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Delicate There were candles and coffee
pumpkins and plants,
a messy bun and yoga pants
a black ink pen
and a journal with plans of
writing, writing, writing
just to stay sane,
more words began swimming in my brain
as I think of me and you
another verse, another tune
rainy days and a heart healing
from being so blue.
The depression was supression
from the lies and opression of who I used to be.
The person you'll never have to meet, a packed away version of me
as now I'm someone new meant to be redeemed.
An aesthetic fading away is all you get to see
as I begin writing, writing, writing
releasing my heart from captivity.
