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A small, delicate flower in a field of landmines,
It stands alone amongst dangerous enemies,
Swaying in the wind uncontrollably,
It cannot decide whether to grow towards the sun,
Or die.
Do you submit to the majority?
Or continue to be the minority?
The flower will be neither,
The flower will be just a flower,
Brave, tall, and strong amongst landmines,
It reaches towards the warm globe in the sky,
Even at night it never wavers,
It stands its ground, holding it's head high,
It talks to the stars about it's purpose in life,
They say "we are but the landmines that surround the earth"
This world has flourished as it floats through remarkable danger,
To live a meaningful life, you must let go of the anger,
You must inhale love and exhale hate,
Be that beautiful flower in an ugly world,
But be strong
Be fierce
Be everything you stand for
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A/N:
Hey guys!
Obviously, this stuff is a lot different compared to what I usually write. This is just what likes to come out of me when I'm stressed and it kind of cleanses my brain.
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