[9] not pretty enough

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my father used to plant flowers
in our front garden
but they would die, wither
he forgot to water them and
they didn't get enough sun
instead of watering them more often
or replanting them, he let them wither
and bought new ones,
over and over again
we had new plants every month
pretty flowers, but too weak to survive

that's how i feel sometimes.
instead of taking care of me,
they let me wither
i get no water, no sun,
but am replaced when i am
no longer green enough,

pretty enough

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