The blissful girl that almost everyone loved
had put up barriers, knowing that was not the solution she needed
it sank her ten feet under, nowhere near the clouds above
now, her once precious smile had completely faded.
— the unhappy human bean.
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
