she was like a secret garden; not many people knew of her.
her walls built high; her gates always locked.
she was beautiful, but not everyone liked her flowers.
her roots pulled up; her petals stepped on,
yet she still grew; taller and more beautiful.
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contemplations
Teen Fictionpoems // thoughts // quotes the things you hope for and wish for in the beginning are the things that will tear you down and destroy you in the end. you have to learn to build your walls high and strong so the wind won't be tempted to knock them dow...
