Why can’t I be dust
And float forgivingly with the wind
Why must you demand
I branch onto a stem
and grow
The struggle
to stay
on a flower
Is the pits
I should hit a bee
And be done with this
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
