Wipe your tears, honey.
You're a big girl now.
Remember, fears aren't made
To consume billions of people.
They are made for survival.
The rigid ones are safe.
The weak withers to death.
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Brain Flakes Poems
PoetryThese poems were genuinely written to unfold the mystery in every stroke of my thoughts and imagination's journey.
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Wipe your tears, honey.
You're a big girl now.
Remember, fears aren't made
To consume billions of people.
They are made for survival.
The rigid ones are safe.
The weak withers to death.
