this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before
"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it."
this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut
the cuts they give me when they call me 'stupid girl'.
this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before
"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it."
this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut
the cuts they give me when they call me 'stupid girl'.
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
I go to therapy and dish it all out
Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,
Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,
I dish it all out
unchipped petals
untouched
raw and new
different and beautiful
crystal flower with geometric patterns
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