wildflower

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Alienated on a barren earth


Brought upon the world,


a curse, with a soul that's only felt hurt,


Only got dirt


Colder than July's winter, with the darkness


Like a wet black blanket over your eyes, preparing for your souls death:


The world desired to turn me into its very own wench


- wildflower

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