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Oh how I stepped on your rose and walked away. I didn't turn around. I didn't care. The next year you grow back only for me to step on you once again.
But this time you didn't grow for me. You grew tall. Petals showing off your colors. Stem showing your confidence. Leaves showing your openness. But another comes and plucks you from the ground.
They see your petals. But not you. Only I can see you. For the beauty of the flower rest in its petals. But I see everything.
If you would. I would like to pluck you from the earth. And you hold you close to my heart. Because I don't want you to leave.
