My flower called life

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life is like a flower

it's there for awhile

then it slowly withers away

but you got to give a chance

to the new ones growing in

or the beauty of life will just waste away

you should smell the air

wallow in the sun just a little

treat it as a delicate thing

love it

treasure it

feel it

everyday

don't think about what is yet to come

when its inevitable

just cuddle with ya love ones

and just live in the present

so when you wither

you'll be happy

your last day

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