𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 ༊*·˚ 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾

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as you sobbed, you let words escape your trembling lips that continued to flow on non stop. words i never expected to reason your pain, your sorrow and your constant mood.

your mother used to write poems like this, didn't she?

i'm sure her poems were beautiful, everything she's created on this world has resulted as beautiful.

YOU are beautiful and believe me on that. your mother would surely love to see you grow in happiness and bloom as evidence of the beauty she's left on this earth.

-y/n

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