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May 25
The flowers you left in my hands
The bouquet wrapped in ribbon and bands
Once left with healthy petals
Came back every time to water the flower
Yet somehow
Something that's rational
Is now filled with uncertainty
The petals are dying
There's no cure
The sighing
The crying
Yet, I can't help but still try to salvage the flowers you gave me
He's making feel like he lost interest low-key.
Vayla Hemingway
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Vayla Hemingway  17/Gender Fluid/Circus
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