DON’T DO THINGS LIKE THAT LOVE YOU HURT ME WHEN YOU DO
I don’t get it
Do you Journal
Maybe you understand
Why she hurt me
Why she punched me
Why she kicked me down on the ground
I have only been good and offered myself like cherry blossoms
I have only been full of wonder, a pool overflowing on her
A lily in a bowl
A lily in a bowl
she threw me out for the night. Tomorrow it will be fine. Yes. Fine.
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