Sometimes i feel like
a garden full of dead flowers.
i was once full of colors,
until people planted
all these feelings that grew like weeds,
it felt good because i had company,
but as time passed by,
feelings overpowered me,
and now im slowly dying.
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Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
