If I Were a Flower Growing Wild and Free


Sometimes I think about how if I ever just disappeared, no one would really notice. Then one obscure day, someone would look around, contemplate, then ask if something was missing. They’d share a good laugh with their friends about how ridiculous they were being, unclogging the thought like patting water out of your ears.

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