"What I need is the Dandelion in the spring, the bright yellow that means rebirth, instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on. No matter how bad our losses, that it can be good again." -Suzanne Collins
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Yesterday a new boy was emitted into the hospital. And I must admit, he's pretty damn cute. He's got soft looking, black hair, one piercing, emerald green eyes and it looks as tho he's the guy that only wears black. He's always got two dandelions with him. He always has them either, 1. In his hair, 2. In his left hand, 3. In his back pocket. He always has one that the pretty, yellow flower form and then one that has many of those white fuzzy spores. He's in the room right across from me and he keeps staring at me, and I just can't help but stare back. Though he's probably only looking at my baldness. This boy, hmm, I'll call him Flower Boy for now. Flower Boy has got me curious. And I want to know more.
But I'm tired.
Peace!
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