i’d like to think i’m made up of beautiful things
Sometimes I like to think that I come from the sky,
made up of all the stars that shine at night. Sometimes
I can almost convince myself that I am made of something beautiful.
But I come from the dirt in the ground, and sprouted from a single, unwanted weed.
That is all I am: an unwanted plant, competing and out numbered by the vibrant plants around it.
but I am no match.
-t.l.d
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