How easy must it to be to look in the eyes of another and crumble the heart that lies in the palm of your hand.
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wilted flower
Poetry•Vol. 1• I am a wilted flower. Nipped at the bud. Dried out by the harsh sun. Never given water. Never given love. Never given a chance to blossom, into the vibrant flower I know I can be. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••...
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How easy must it to be to look in the eyes of another and crumble the heart that lies in the palm of your hand.