Kept
a poem
She called me a crybaby
The ballerina would twirl
Numbers held no meaning
Anger was a color
Claw marks and apologies stayed
Will I die or keep going
Blossoming spring breathes new life
Oil paintings capture my mind
Burning hair brings a smile
Positivity leaks out
Curling up in bed
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