After days of searching for the perfect picture I found it. I found it the day before the assignment is due.
Do you want to know what it is?
It's a flower.
Not just any flower though.
A flower on the sidewalk.
It was the only flower on the sidewalk and it reminded me of you because you are all alone just like this flower. Well... at least I think you are alone. You don't talk to much people and sometimes when you space out you get this sad look.
This flower wasn't a weed. It was a beautiful yellow and black flower just popping up between the cracks in the cement.
I wanted to pluck the flower and give it to you... but I didn't. Instead I left it where I saw it and the flower and I parted ways.
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Flower On The Sidewalk
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