The Daisy

The Daisy

I cling to this dying daisy

because it is the only thing that chose me

Its roots buried themselves

deep inside my chest

It extracted life line after life line

out from those chambers of my chest

I cling to this dying daisy

because I felt like nobody, hollow, faded,

And it chose me.

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