u say u live for summer and I wonder
if u know the little flowers in your hair
that once needed rain to grow. winter
has shown such courage to turn himself
intro spring and yet, u seem to be convinced
that's just an ordinary thing. I hear autumn
call out to you she worships at your feet
but u stop all over her colors and run for
covers, as she weeps.
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u painted me with colors
when the world has left me gray
.
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.
am jealous I didn't
had parents that
were proud of me
.
.
.
ever felt so tired of
pretending to not care?
because as u do ur losing
people that u care abt
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