My heart is crying so bad
And my mind is suffocating her
With a flower,
From the flower dress.
With a pill,
From the hell.
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PoetryIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
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My heart is crying so bad
And my mind is suffocating her
With a flower,
From the flower dress.
With a pill,
From the hell.