The Rose
This heavenly body, our home, is a garden filled with rose blossoms. We were all innocent buds in the beginning, slowly blooming over time as our milieu shaped us, introducing us to different kinds of flowers.
As we grew, we began to develop prickles, realizing that not everyone around us would help us recognize our beauty or uniqueness. Thorns became our defense, protecting us from the world's indifference. Nevertheless, like roses, we should flourish and remain beautiful amidst the thorns.
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the one with the petals
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