'toxic relationships'
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dandelions are weeds,
you said.
laughed.
i wish you could see them
really see. because if you could see them, if you could see their
yellow--
green--
vibrancy, you'd see
joy--
I have this horrible tendency to love people
Whose ankles are half-sunken in quicksand
Beneath the weight of their minds
You have a beautiful mind
