veratrum
every time someone comes near me,
they are enchanted by me,
they fall in love with everything about me,
my appearance,
my personality,
and most of all,
my cold heart,
they don't dare to fix me,
instead, they watch me grow into a person that I am,
they see how beautifully flawed I am,
and that's when they fall for me even more,
but some people who were enchanted,
decided to hurt me,
they decided that they could feel superior if they maltreated me,
their words and hits didn't faze me,
what fazed them,
is that my personality changed,
and my cold heart turned to stone,
my words became poison,
I was veratrum,
I was beautiful to others,
but also deadly.
a.b.
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