I feel like one of those little daises you see in the grass. Daisies seem cheerful and pretty when most people think of them, but I don't see them like that. I see daisies as these little flowers that move and fight to float away when the wind blows, but they're stuck. They're stuck because of their roots that are in the ground and they can't leave. I saw a petal break off of one of the fighting daisies today, it broke trying to escape but in the end all of its efforts were for nothing because the daisy failed and always will fail. It's stuck where it's roots are and that won't change.
I think I'm a daisy...
-missing you xx
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Thoughts I'll never share with you
Storie breviThe thoughts of a sad person struggling to deal with the loss of one of their most valued friendships. Written in the form of notes to said person.
