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People places and things, all fit into categories. Her her her, my head is filled with allegories. My heart is a rose. Petal after petal… I drop. I love her. I love her not. I love her. I love her not. Through the leaves they pluck. Thorn one; there one goes. Thorn two; another one froze. Maybe I have too many thickets. Maybe I am too pungent. Maybe they’re allergic. Maybe they just hate roses. I have yet to find the one That will never be done With me. Be done with me. Have I made a mistake by wishing for normality? Am I wishing to be a lily when in fact I am not? Thorns in my heart, thorns in my head. I don’t think they’ll stop ‘till I’m dead. Poison flows like the Atlantic. I need help I’m getting frantic. Another girl, another day. Another day some part of me leaves. I do not know what is missing from me. But I feel like a maze. A maze of thorns. When I turn left and go too far I get pricked. When I turn right and go too far I get pricked. When I go in any direction too far I get pricked. I’m traveling blind and I just want to Be picked. Want to be picked.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Child Chrysanthemum
People places and things, all fit into categories. Her her her, my head is filled with allegories. My heart is a rose. Petal after petal… I drop. I love her. I love her not. I love her. I love her not. Through the leaves they pluck. Thorn one; there one goes. Thorn two; another one froze. Maybe I have too many thickets. Maybe I am too pungent. Maybe they’re allergic. Maybe they just hate roses. I have yet to find the one That will never be done With me. Be done with me. Have I made a mistake by wishing for normality? Am I wishing to be a lily when in fact I am not? Thorns in my heart, thorns in my head. I don’t think they’ll stop ‘till I’m dead. Poison flows like the Atlantic. I need help I’m getting frantic. Another girl, another day. Another day some part of me leaves. I do not know what is missing from me. But I feel like a maze. A maze of thorns. When I turn left and go too far I get pricked. When I turn right and go too far I get pricked. When I go in any direction too far I get pricked. I’m traveling blind and I just want to Be picked. Want to be picked.
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18/F/IA
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
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