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The biggest lesson you need to learn is to never trust the fae. Do not give them your name. Do not tell them who you are. If you do, there is a good chance that your life will stop becoming your own.
You press flowers into my skin, hoping
for the day my roots could touch the earth –
but no one told me that your garden grew a kingdom
made of bones, and blood, and dirt.
But you're a fearsome queen.
You steal my name from me.
I don't remember how to breathe.
You're so heartless.
I've been missing since April 19th
and your darkness
is stealing all the light in me
and I bow down,
I know you'll never set me free.
I don't want you to be me.
"Patience, there are new days waiting."
but who can know just what you mean?
They're watching from the trees,
and now the days begin to bleed,
I guess I'm crawling on my knees.
Crawling on my knees.
You press your flowers into my skin.
You press your flowers in.