i don't want to be
the other half of your soul.
i want to be the one
who reminds you
that you're already whole.
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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.
g.s.
i don't want to be
the other half of your soul.
i want to be the one
who reminds you
that you're already whole.
