you hold me in your arms as I grow, but once I turn beautifully golden, you let me go and I fall to the ground, ready to be stepped on and crumble to pieces
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
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you hold me in your arms as I grow, but once I turn beautifully golden, you let me go and I fall to the ground, ready to be stepped on and crumble to pieces
