A Flower

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I was a flower that used to bloom

You ripped me up by my roots

And left me for dead

I tried to bloom

But couldn't

You assumed I'd be fine

But I slowly started to die

I was left in the dark

My petals were wilting

I felt alone

But then I felt the sun

And someone picked me back up

And put me in my pot

And they gave me the love

That you forgot

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