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It is the flower that blooms slowly, inevitably

The rain that pours and hushes, free

I have hoped for a little change

and everyday, its getting better

More flowers outside, I see growing

inside, i am the meek, soft, and caring

That should be all kept here

I don't want to be taken for granted

Who must have known, if I have done that myself

If I havent given by best self to a friend

If it is true, would be great to hear the truth

For a truth is better than a sweet, sweet lie

I have learned my lesson, and I hope you know friend

From now on, I will be there for you, whenever I can

I won't give up on us

I don't want to have the wind push me away

I will allow it to flow my hair as I walk past by

however, my friends have growed my wings

To not care about what others think

Do good in school, almost straight A's

I am not afraid

To become stronger

Just like my mother

Please tell me, I should believe in myself

Trust myself

And love myself

In order for a change

More like an improvement

To learn to share the happiness

I must have it within

From a naive girl

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