The trees sway with the wind as if dancing to the music we refuse to hear.
04/14/2020
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Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
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The trees sway with the wind as if dancing to the music we refuse to hear.
04/14/2020
