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Hannah Feb 2018
I put my heart on the line
I ignored all of the signs
Thinking that I would be fine

You dragged my heart through the dirt
You did not care if I was hurt
Your foot trampled me straight through
Yet a chance I still gave you.

You said you would be there for me
Yet now, all I seem to be
Is an old, bittersweet mem'ry.
Hannah Jan 2018
Drop a seed, let it grow.
Let your kindness show.

Plant trees in riven spots
Tend to them; give them thought

Let the lush trees grow tough
Raise them, love them just enough

Then leave them in the night
leave them to their plights

Let the trees wither and die
Let their leaves soar through the sky

— The End —