ThroughTheLookingGlass
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I am a flower. I am beautiful an strong but when I was a seed, I never thought I would've grown to be as tall or smell as sweet as the other flowers.
I will like meEven though for yearsBut for what felt more likeA millenniumI thought I was a mistake
Fancy clothes, all the boys, all the shoes.
Yes Girl.
That sounds like the dream, everything you need materialistic things. You're so heartless it stings.
Yes Girl
Her eyes
Grass and leaves and earth
Lily pads and ice and sea
Her hair
Light and sand and gold
Sun and glimmer and fire
Her smile
Small and fragile and soft
