discerned

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i won't
write about you
but i won't
be in denial of you either

the flowers
inside my lungs
withered
by your doings

at first, i must admit
i thought you took
pieces of me
bit by bit

but i woke up
from the nightmare
of my own
lies in ensnare

realization hit me
in a rush of waves
should have been thankful
for the air you gave

i have been breathing
well now
thanks for getting rid
of the flowers somehow

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