oh you think i'm so frail,
even the slightest change in weather,
would knock me off my feet,
that the wind would take me away,
to a place that only i belong,
a sanctuary i could hopefully reside
in hopeless undertones.
you think i wouldn't deny,
your sleek sly reminders,
that i would never be able,
to reach the expectations,
of being a human being,
because i was so alienated,
by my own annihilating thoughts.
oh ms. believer,
my pretty weeper,
wake up from your lovely sleep,
because if you don't,
it will turn into reality.
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FOREST ✰ POETRY
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