so scared of hurting,
she never pick a flower
before she's certain it blooms.
so scared of hurting,
she wears gloves to touch
before thorns could ***** her.
so scared of hurting,
she rips out hopeful weeds
before it could grow into dandelions.
_ e.i. _
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
so scared of hurting,
she never pick a flower
before she's certain it blooms.
so scared of hurting,
she wears gloves to touch
before thorns could ***** her.
so scared of hurting,
she rips out hopeful weeds
before it could grow into dandelions.
_ e.i. _
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