Dandelions.

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~ I despise this things

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When I try to write something,
and get distracted and forget what
I was going to write.

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~The sea tastes sour now,
but that's my fault for leaving
the page with sour words and
ending with a sour fullstop.
I can see the page floating in
the waves as the journey
appears to be going more
smoothly than I expected.
I hope the page does not reach
the intended recipient, but what
if he reads it? At the end of the
poem, I also included my name.
The sky is very dark now because
it is night, and I can't see any stars.
Surprisingly, my life appears
to be "blank."
Allow my mind to rest for a few
moments so that
I can stop
my wrecked mind
from thinking excessively.

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~They asked me to describe the
concept of "love."
I will It was difficult to put into
words because you know what
those who love me leave out,
except for my love for my family.
Love has always frustrated me by
causing me to experience so
many difficult emotions in order
to feel lighter. "Love has been
incomplete in my life," I might say,
but I also wrote poems from my
heart with these strong words.
But I don't like my lack of love
because I don't give a damn if I
can't get enough love effects to
make my life miserable.
I'm still on the verge of ending
love with a poem that ends in
punctuation.

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~You'll see me as a disheartened
teenager as the moon rises.
 
~I used to get lost in my mind
somewhere else, and I'd get
very far away from myself.
But the further I go, the more
I realise how many good memories
I have that I have forgotten about.
It was extremely difficult for me to
keep fighting with myself.
 
~I used to cry when I was alone in a
room, but I won't cry in front of those
people because they, too, have a
problem with my tears
After a while, I realised that I was a
teenager who used to fight for herself.

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Allow my mind to rest
so that you can contemplate
so that i can write about the
flaws in your heart's beauty
has.

The music you recommended
to me It was something I really
liked in the past, but I know
it's your favourite now.

You used to giggle at how
insecure I made you feel
when you were down.

One of my favourite flowers
right now is the letter where
you used to stamp a dandelion.

You can now find dandlieon.
The way you noticed my hair and
smiled made the day more
memorable.

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I make waves on the paper by layering many different shades. They look dark and light at times, like the moon, and they have shades on the sides, a very dark shade if you ask me.
I had weapons in the form of a pen and a book in which I could write and tell people about my poems, which I claimed were designed for my life.
In those valleys, I bring a picnic mat to sit on so that nothing harms my skin. meanwhile, I see the sky and the vibe I get inspires me to write a poem, but guess what, I don't really have the verses at the time.
When I consider too much, my mind becomes jumbled and terrible.

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I was a long distance away
from you, you plucking rose
petals while i was watering
the roses.


The petals that you pluck
die in the street, turning
black, and dry vehicles
move over them as people
walk over them.
They act as if they aren't
in agony, but I'm curious
whether they truly aren't
in pain.
They go numb when I
ask those questions?
Why? that's how i look
at things.

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