We danced in the forest like flickering candles
And ran our fingers across the trees
The fire crackled like a record in the 70s
And when the smoke clears, you'll be someone else
The person you leave behind will be sleeping like a baby
With daisies curling up your arms and roses in your eyes
Run wild, you little flower child --devotion
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Story by Abby
Darling Flowers
It's a choice to make. to live. to be here in the now.
sybil struggles with the demons within and with oth...
