Each and everyone like the next, while being so different at the same time. The flowers come for the warm happy times and leave when things grow cold and dark. They will always be temporary, but sometimes that's all you need. Someone there to make those good moments a little less lonely. Then just as they came, they are gone leaving the world a little better off. Their vibrant colors always brightening those few brief moments. It's cruel, the hope and false security they give only to leave you in the end.
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Barely Surviving
Teen FictionIt was beautiful and perfect, too perfect. For the blue began to fade. Imagine a night with no stars, no moon, and no light spent all alone. That's what became of the glorious light that I thought had saved me in the darkest of times. In the end, al...
