flowerviolence
Whatever proverbial flowers that might be growing inside of my head, according to whatever philosopher or tumblr poet, are probably dead. I cant be too sure, but when they slice open my body upon my death bed, I wouldn't be surprised to know that all they found inside of me was dried petals and xanax pills.
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