plucked from a stretching meadow
chosen - one in a million.
you tell me i should be grateful for being ripped from my roots
stripped of my identity as you tear away my petals with arrogance.
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Loss
Poetry"my ears are ringing from the words that you've said, 'let me go, let me go!', but i fucking love you so." A poetry collection, containing strong language, based on the themes of grieving and loss. The poems are influenced by mental health issues an...
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plucked from a stretching meadow
chosen - one in a million.
you tell me i should be grateful for being ripped from my roots
stripped of my identity as you tear away my petals with arrogance.
