The most important thing
Ever said to me
Was that not every evil can be personified
Not every connection can be linked with a simile
Not every message had a metaphor
She said sometimes
You gotta speak the truth
Spill the tea
Because if you swallow it
It'll bleed straight into your souls
It'll dry up the dreams you have as if it were acetone
Words were the force that push that rose up from the stone
So when you mean what you mean
Never take it back.
And your flower might just grow.
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