People are just like flowers
Some are loved, some are judged
Some are cared, some are forgotten
Some are known, some are not
But again
Just like flowers we are born again
In our own different ways
But not everyone sees that
And like a wilted flower
some will fade, some will die
Because some will give up
but some will survive
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
