sunflowers
when the air comes in and out of my lungs.
this is how i know i am alive,
how i know that i am still human,
and how i know my mistakes are just that.
when my head goes on rampage and i cant think.
i go to my friends for help,
i think wow there is no possible way they know
but oh how wrong i am when i wake up completely fine,
after a long call with 'em even if they know nothing of why.
the stars.
nothing more to say.
the stars can be with me when my mind cant,
and my heart wont.
never again will you ever be just a blade of grass in th field.
you will be the patch sunflowers sitting beautifly in the center.
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I am a non-binary pan-sexual who goes by they/them pronouns. I love anying that has to do with art like drawing, writing, reading, music, and painting. I want to make a difference through my words even if it is just a small one. I want to change how this world is , change how it thinks. I speak for women rights , gay rights , trans rights , and everyone's rights. I speak up for the people who can't do it for their selves. I have a voice bigger than Mount Everest and I show that I do where ever i go. I speak for suicide prevention and try and help the people who self harm. I am me.
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