marilyn (theindiegasmask) wrote in anti___beauty,

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the end seems to never come

I looked at the flowers you gave to me today.

All sad and withering away.

And I thought about you in a way.

That I knew how those flowers felt.


And I know that it doesn't matter.

Does it?

And I know you don't care.

Do you?

And I know that I can't change the past.

But I wouldn't want to.


So this is my heartache.

And this is my heartbreak.

And it's sad to know

How those flowers feel.

((Just felt like I should put this somewhere, and I thought this might be a good place.))
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