Poems from weepingwillowtree

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fiction is my reality
Is my soul so lonely that one conversation manifests into an entire fantasy? It hurts to know my mind will be preoccupied for ages, but I'...
You cannot define me. I am but a petalless flower, a bud, sewn shut with transparent thread. I exist in a reality unlike the one you know,...
Their are some fish that can change their gender Imagine if humans could do the same Depending on population, or depending on our feelings...
I wonder when i’ll be ready to share my voice And I wonder who will listen. Whose ears will my words reach? Whose scars will they scrape?...
Warped Mask   It hurts to be trapped in someone i'm not To be lost in the dimensions of a facade. To lie behind my lips, and nobody can...

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