Kept

She called me crybaby

The ballerina would twirl

Numbers haled 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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