People are just like flowers.
Some are loved,
some are judged.
Some are cared for,
some are forgotten.
Some are known,
some are not.
But again, just like flowers,
We are all beautiful in our own ways.
But not everyone can see that.
And like a wilted flower,
some will fade,
some will die,
but some will survive.
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thoughts, poems and teenage shit
Poetrymy mind is interesting I can assure you this but take a minute to try this out and maybe you'll like it?
