i am a wilted flower because of you
i used to be so beautiful
but now i am falling apart
and i will never bloom again
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quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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i am a wilted flower because of you
i used to be so beautiful
but now i am falling apart
and i will never bloom again
