Growth

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You always loved flowers.
You always loved me.
You always loved your little flower, just as I have always loved you.
I hate that you didn't stay.
I hate that you had to leave so soon.
I wish I could of went with you.
These flowers are for you.
This garden is for you.
For this is garden is you.
I have planted you in the ground, and you have made these grow.
You will continue to make things grow, for that was your final wish.
These flowers are for you.
And I hope one day I will learn to grow with them and continue on with life.
This garden is for us, this garden is us and what we could have been but you left me too soon.
These flowers are for you.
I have always been for you.
All of this is for you.

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