Imma make a poem-

As the leaves of dead flowers fall
The feelings of dread begin to grow
As the spotlight dims

I cry silently
Why do I feel such hate in my heart

I reach my hand out as I fall
No one there to hear my call

Positive words to lift me up
Only to make me fall faster

The hands I feel are not mine
But are at the same time

Sanity dragging Behind
Out of body all the time
Falling faster by the hour
As this dead flower dies in the dim spotlight

(Sorry it’s so sad, I haven’t made a poem in a while)

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Thanks 😊

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Bootiful poem! 🥀

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