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May 2019
a flower
no
I'm the weeds
you pull out
throw out
I die out

maybe no one knows how to love

me
me
me

you don't know how to love me

I blame myself for being

the weeds

can't be your flower

I live in the wrong place
the wrong time

undesirable

I only blame myself
eileen
Written by
eileen
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   Bogdan Dragos
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