stars and flowers
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Última publicación lun, ene 22, 2018
On almost every page of my journals,
You'll find a flower.
I don't know why I draw flowers.
Or how it started.
But they're there.
Sometimes when i'm writing,
I just randomly bring up things from months or years before.
Things I wish I did.
Or things I wish I didn't do.
But everything's taught me a lesson.
I've learned so many things from every experience I've had.
Stars are beautiful.
There are so many, and each one is unique.
Some of them shine so brightly.
And others are very dim.
Some shine brightly with others, and form constellations.
Others shine brightly on their own.
Which is okay too.
Without each and every bright or dim star
we wouldn't have these magnificent moonlit skies every night.
It's scary
to look into a mirror and not recognize the face staring back at me.
I try to tell myself that this is who i are but i just don't understand how one human could be so flawed.
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