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Cherry Blossoms

Too late I guess your gone
I am the cherry blossoms
Growing in the back of your mind
I fell into a thousand shards of glass
As you stepped on meĀ 
I started to make you bleed
I'm not helpless I can protect myself
You'll come back around next year
To admire the beauty in front of you
Just to bleed yourself dry from it

◄ April

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