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in my brain is a library filled with the distasteful and bad It smells like rosemary and it looks a little bit sad nothing is organized and spider webs cover the walls there are novels I despise and I watch as each one falls I do not need this library anymore I can lock it and give up the key sweep it away like dirt on the floor and finally, just let those novels be I am stronger than that room I know that I can be joyful and free like a marigold in the sun, I’ll let myself bloom and let myself rest, under the shade of a willow tree
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
my brain has a library
in my brain is a library filled with the distasteful and bad It smells like rosemary and it looks a little bit sad nothing is organized and spider webs cover the walls there are novels I despise and I watch as each one falls I do not need this library anymore I can lock it and give up the key sweep it away like dirt on the floor and finally, just let those novels be I am stronger than that room I know that I can be joyful and free like a marigold in the sun, I’ll let myself bloom and let myself rest, under the shade of a willow tree
OpheliaRBrown
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
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