one day, you called again, but i told you i was busy building flower shops from all the petals i've retched out in vain.
you're welcome to come visit if you want, though; nothing's stopping you. i'll even set up a special promo: you can take back every withered rose you sent me when you still loved me for a mere dollar — a small price to pay for breaking my heart.
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Catharsis | On Hold
PoetryPerhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)