Sometimes I kill myself, over and over night after night. I wake up someone new everyday. Someone you'll never have the chance to break.
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The growing process
PoetryBlossom, plant yourself in a place where disaster won't reach and allow yourself to grow in the most beautiful ways. Short things to say about the things that allowed me to grow.
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Sometimes I kill myself, over and over night after night. I wake up someone new everyday. Someone you'll never have the chance to break.
