Stop trying to bend me.
I wish to detach.
I am not serious anymore,
Oppressive expectations,
I’m cognitively indifferent now.
Let me flourish within my lush greenhouse.
Without your gross pesticides,
Without your adapted fertilizers,
Without your loving care,
Without your floral discrimination.
Let me flourish by myself.
You wither me,
Wither me with presumptuous force.
My leaves have blackened.
1 comment:
This fucking sucks
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