appreciatelife
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running through the streets in the neon lights in a rush to nowhere.
We start as kids we are all innocent kids,
it’s the experience and traumas we go through that mature us.
Smashed down in a box is a smothered tulip.
No one knows who put it in there.
It can breath slightly through the cracks in the cardboard.
It sees a mere glimpse of light.
