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For Admin
You invited me, into your darkest gardens,
where time and space does not exist,
I persist on staying, owing you an apology
for stomping on your beatiful flowers
and picking them without asking.
Forgive me, my soul was hurting.
Thank you.
K
where time and space does not exist,
I persist on staying, owing you an apology
for stomping on your beatiful flowers
and picking them without asking.
Forgive me, my soul was hurting.
Thank you.
K
Published 2nd Apr 2020
Author's Note
When I came here, I was in a very dark place and trolled on this site profusely, trying to heal my fears from the abuse that was left by my stepfather. Thank you for allowing me back
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