a letter from society, to women. convicting them, while it's them who made the problem.<br/><br/>(in other words how society thinks, rough draft might make a bette one.)
my letter to society<br/> (a part two of dear women, ; <a href="https://commaful.com/play/lotusmystiek/dear-women" target="_blank">commaful.com/play/lotus..</a> )
Locks of Love
I was addicted to the word beautiful, and you were addicted to the power you had over me.
when she danced, everyone was there.
what they couldn't see was what really was going on.
can we play pretend?
just for a moment, just a second.
in the end
in the end, i gave it all. was it enough?
lotus, a dying flower
i found a poem written by the 12 year old me.
this poem is a little like "when she," one of my first post on Commaful.
i almost didn't want to post this, because they're so similar.
Do you ever think of me?
I might still think of you, but I don't love you
perfectly wrecked disaster
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