Humans are arduous creatures,
faces with delicate and harsh features,
outside the world is scary,
but do not stay inside,
for eventually the world
will throw its rage at you
but fear not the pain,
for a rainbow cannot shine,
without a little rain.
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Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
