she was the flower
and he was the thorns that stayed onto her and made her look dangerous
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autumn leaves
Poetrymy mom once told me pick up a pen and pick up a paper and write your heart out numb the internal pain and dance with the flowers *trigger warning: suicide, rape, depression, self harm, insomnia, and anxiety*
thorns
she was the flower
and he was the thorns that stayed onto her and made her look dangerous
