The bud, excited,
Bloomed to see,
Have an adventure
In the world of her dreams.
The naive, little
Flower befriended all.
Innocence named she,
Thought only kind was all.
Thunder fell,
Still she naive,
Got damaged a little
But stood up high.
Thunders fell,
No longer naive, innocent.
Damaged by all,
They took away her innocence.
Wanted to wither,
Time wasn't to.
Learnt how to deal,
She wasn't living any longer.
The flower, damaged,
Matured to witness,
Have a fight
In the world of her nightmares.
Withered she,
Still didn't wither.
Devoid of joy for eternity,
She was in love with pain.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
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