I can taste the salt in my tears as they hit the petals. My eyes are wide open but I don't know why I'm crying. I ask the flowers, "Why am I crying?" They say, "I don't know why you are crying, dear. You have nothing to cry about." Then why, I must say, does every flower feel like a razor blade?
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
I can taste the salt in my tears as they hit the petals. My eyes are wide open but I don't know why I'm crying. I ask the flowers, "Why am I crying?" They say, "I don't know why you are crying, dear. You have nothing to cry about." Then why, I must say, does every flower feel like a razor blade?
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