once upon a time I believed greatly in something that would end up creating my fall
that something was you who plucked away all my lively petals and left me only with thorns
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Poetryshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
once upon a time
once upon a time I believed greatly in something that would end up creating my fall
that something was you who plucked away all my lively petals and left me only with thorns
