Why can't I be like them, swaying back and forth
Without a care
No one forcing me to move and
No one to wait for
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Thorns That Hurt Me
PoetryJust some brevities from A Rose From My Flower Bed. Taken from late night runs, phone calls, jam sessions, and many emotional fits of sadness, confusion, and anger. Inspo Includes: Beerbongs and Bentleys by Post Malone, Shawn Mendes by Shawn Mendes...
