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You told me- I could be honest, With my emotions And here I am, Being blunt Without shaming me, Would you have accepted it As easily as it was to Flick a knife out of its sheath But lately, I learned something from you That it was okay to cry It was more than okay to talk About the beasts that held me down In simplest terms, I miss you, The way a duckling misses it's mother And that was petty I wasn't sorry, For getting attached- I was sorry, For letting you know the way I did When a flower gets its petals ripped Does it get back up? Is it useless then after? Or- Does it- What happens then? I'm sorry, But I'm not
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
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You told me- I could be honest, With my emotions And here I am, Being blunt Without shaming me, Would you have accepted it As easily as it was to Flick a knife out of its sheath But lately, I learned something from you That it was okay to cry It was more than okay to talk About the beasts that held me down In simplest terms, I miss you, The way a duckling misses it's mother And that was petty I wasn't sorry, For getting attached- I was sorry, For letting you know the way I did When a flower gets its petals ripped Does it get back up? Is it useless then after? Or- Does it- What happens then? I'm sorry, But I'm not
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
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