I look at all the cliche books about romance.
I try to ignore all the cliche movies about falling for a particular person.
I hear all the cliche songs about love.
I roll my eyes and scoff as I think,
I want that.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
诗歌Through poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
