YOU ARE READING Goodbye World Poetry Self hate feeds the mind. Forget It 29 0 0 by Avocado_Kay by Avocado_Kay Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I pick a flower from the ground, each one represents a thought. I place the flowers all around, each one is bound to be taught. Do not think about it again, because here comes the wind to blow it all away.