you press roses into your wrists and hope the sweet smell mends the broken skin back together.
plant daisies in the ashes of your burnt out thoughts,
this is all too  much.
city lights show up on the scans they run to see if maybe your heart isn't okay.
on a scale of 1-10,
how  terrified are you of 
non existence?


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