SOULS By Willow Love

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uhmmmn butterflies

thats why we spit these distilled flows & wear these high waist clothes & bring these followers everywhere we go w/o wifi it doesn't mean shit and my french is bad what do you want me to do quit? hide behind hate because theres no love there and you want me to pretend like i love you here? get out i never want to see you again. Insecurities don't protect me i still hurt. Egos & eat those never had a voice of my own until i starting writing poetry & its still affecting me because i can't seem to see what souls did to me. Suicide and i decided to not go along with it because someone told me it was okay to live that living was okay. Explaining myself way to often & i don't get this obvi often. I can't continue this because im no longer here. Self promoting self cutting self hurting self hating self whatever fuck this & everything I said up ahead i wanted head but never-mind you get it? back to poetry where i started like "uhmmmn butterflies" or something like that.