sitting on the grass
getting my butt all wet
ripping the grass with my hands
not knowing of my destruction
the wind weaving through my hair
leaving it tangled and wild
backpack on my back
putting weight on my shoulders
causing tension
no wonder they hurt so much now
i want to light a candle
watch the flame
i want to make me a crown
out of little white dandelions
but they tend to break
too weak
still beautiful though
the sun hid behind the clouds
leaving me cold beneath them
the wind doesn't help much either
it makes me shiver
but i'm still sitting on the grassy mound
my pants all wet
sitting in a pool of blood
tearing the grass off the ground
the wind blowing in my face
making it squint
my shoulders drag the ground
i haven't lit a candle in a long time
i used to make necklaces out of flowers
i don't see dandelions anymore

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