ix. renee

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She was an unstoppable flame,

Who went with the flow

Of life.

She wasn't a pretty flower

Who silently sat in a garden

And waited for someone

To choose her.

Instead,

She was a vine

Who reached for her

Goals

And lifted herself up

And believed that

She didn't need anybody.

-c.g.

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