We are Afraid.
The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers.
These are my honest Dead Letters.
I watched the leaves fall of their beauty upon trenched grounds and in that instance, I knew how impossible it would be to hold onto my affection for you.
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I'm turning Yellow, Yelling out in anxiety for a response far beyond the vines and root.
I'm hanging on with every midrib I got. I can't "leave" you out in the open alone.
