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Nov 22
you loved the smell of the flowers I bloomed,
and called your love unconditional,
but when I showed my roots,
you burned them,
only to watch me squirm.
my parents are hard.
Slightly Lovely
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Slightly Lovely  15/F/A small town in WA
(15/F/A small town in WA)   
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