Pluck a petal, watch it fall
I've never cared at all.
Pluck another one, are you having fun?
Call me when you're done.
Let it fall, down, down, down
Until I hit the ground.
I bought you a flower, and another one, and another one.
You destroyed all mine, I ask again, are you having fun?
Pluck a petal, doesn't matter, I have thicker skin.
Pluck a petal, cut the stem, and let the thorns seep in.
Would you like another flower?
Would you like a petal shower?
It doesn't matter, doesn't matter,
I don't matter, I don't matter.
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I don't really like this poem that much, but it's okay. It was supposed to be about letting people hurt you while convincing yourself it doesn't hurt, and believing that will make you stronger.
It was also about...um...a certain unnamed person insulting me and my interests a lot, leading me to be reluctant to share them with anyone else.
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