'don't cry in front of people,
you'll only give them power
over you' she told me while I wet the floors.
everything pouring out of me: my 6th grade teacher
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
الشعرlike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
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'don't cry in front of people,
you'll only give them power
over you' she told me while I wet the floors.
everything pouring out of me: my 6th grade teacher