<sup>I have a soft cry to help myself become my self.
A loud whisper screaming into my daydreams.
I can only see what I am lead to believed,
not the reality of what’s before me.
I am an untamed girl,
with a Thirst that cannot be quenched.
My cravings and desires are for the unreachable.
I find myself in darkness and in the wilds of my temperament.

Who am I?

I am just one single weed
Among many roses .. standing tall !!

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