❝Stop watering dead flowers.
Learn when it's time to let go.❞
And I loved the way you taught me,
That you were a speck of dust,
Which I needed to brush off.
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TALES OF A SURVIVOR// UNDER EDITING
Poetry❝Go to hell.❞ ❝Darling, where do you think I came from?❞ Words from my deepest, darkest soul and caged heart that will find forms at uncanny hours. NOTE: Will update at random, or whenever inspiration strikes.
PART ONE|| iii
❝Stop watering dead flowers.
Learn when it's time to let go.❞
And I loved the way you taught me,
That you were a speck of dust,
Which I needed to brush off.