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You see the smile that's on my mouth. It's hiding the words that don't come out. And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed, they don't know my head is a mess. All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am.. So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am. But these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to. It's true... I was made for you
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Every now and then
my heart drifts toward him
wondering how he is, how he’s been,
wishing we hadn’t pushed things to implosion
with our closeness, our easy intimacy,
it’s still a knot in my stomach,
a lump in my throat because he
didn’t choose me
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Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
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