One day we will find the right words, and it will be alright.
One day we will realize each one of us has a heart.
One day we will learn about the consequences of those mindlessly slipped words.
But before that day,
We will all be gone.
And at the last carve on the golden string,
we will see the venom inside our hearts.
Under the sky painted with hues of our broken promises,
The last flower will wither over the beautiful painting that could be ours (reality).
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💜Love&Believe🦋
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Because the magic is in me, and the magic is in you. 🍀
Let's stay connected.
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❝We paint each other blue.❞
⚘Thank you for reading⚘