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Once, I knew a girl,With eyes as alive as can beHer presence but innocent as a flower's petalled whorl,And I knew she was liable, almost instantly

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Once, I knew a girl,
With eyes as alive as can be
Her presence but innocent as a flower's petalled whorl,
And I knew she was liable, almost instantly.

She was pure, the corruption surrounding her still so faint,
Her laugh enveloped with beautiful glee
But this world does provide things that would taint
Her very soul, ignoring every woeful plea.

I tried my best to preserve the very essence of her,
And believe me, I did it so bravely
But she was going to lose herself in a stupor, a blur,
And she always knew that the breeze that would blow her away would do so gently.

Oh how I failed, I'll forever hold that to myself,
And at the very edge, I could see herself, ready, void of fear
For she was now just a shadow of her former, filled self,
Merely an imprint on the sand of what she used to be, inevitably about to disappear.

•••

Hey, everyone, I'm back! I think this short break did me some good, but I can't say for sure haha. Well, we're gonna see how this goes anyway (I'm low-key sick with all the anticipation).

So, anyway, I um, wrote this poem quite a while back, like in 2019. It popped up again in my notes suddenly and I made some changes and there it is, my cringe masterpiece! *cue the sarcastic applause*

I really don't know what I was thinking when I wrote it (*cough* I was an immature little kid *cough*), but I guess I was obsessed with referring to myself in third person, and here we are. Hah. Hope you liked it :)

PS. I'm obsessed with Billie Eilish and I don't think anyone can help me out of this hole.

Until next time (❤️😬),

Until next time (❤️😬),

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