shatterlines previously...
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my bee~ is not speaking to me.

i knew it would be hard. i knew it might break me. i didn't know that i couldn't make mistakes. i can smother us with love, i can dress us up in flowers, but ours is still a heart grown oh so cold.

at times i feel free. at times i can't breathe. can you not even spare a smile for me?

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