It is not an exaggeration to say that my greatest fear is all of the things I did not become
I made the decision to exist on a hot spring day
It turned into the decision to live with every drop of beauty that leaked into my world
I wake up every day and I choose
I laugh and I choose
Sometimes I wonder if god beat me like my uncle used to beat his peach trees
Sweeter fruit
I choose
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Author:
wren (
Online) - Published: December 23rd, 2024 01:39
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