do not ask me about my future
because my plans are still unclear.
i am not sure who i want to be,
or if i will make it through the year.
if you asked me where i wanted to be,
i would simply touch your heart
and say "here".
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
