dry, rotten
just like my flowers that had been surviving without water for two weeks.
I look at the mirror and I don't see myself,
I just see a person who is tired.
Tired to wake up, tired to think, tired to be and to exist.
I pour lots of water to my flowers, and let them stay under the sun.
I think I need to do the same; being careful and taking care of me.
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poems by me 💌
Poetrypoems that I made throughout all of these years, I hope you like them !
