I have no one to tell my truth to,
except the kind willow tree
who weeps, too
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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I have no one to tell my truth to,
except the kind willow tree
who weeps, too
