✿Flowers✿
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Última publicación jue, abr 29, 2021
Flowers are beautiful
Flowers have many Kind
Flowers are Simple
I love Daisy
I love Every Flowers
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Flowers are painful
Flowers are bloody
Flowers are hurtful
I hate Flowers
They hurt me
I hate them
They won't stop.
T h e y w o n ' t s t o p .
T h e y w o n ' t s t o p.
H e l p m e
Art credit to on twitter - @cubeparty_
Fuck i forgot who i got inspired by-
Inspired by : @Shyweather
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