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WILD FLOWER

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Reads 491
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Parts 24
Time 2h 23m

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...And from now
        I'll be the most
             fierce thing
        when I'll break open my heart
        and let the wildflower grow inside
                                                                    -Aayushi 

Roses lose their beauty without their sharp thorns,  

"Allow me to drink deeply from the crystalline waters where mountain streams overflow, let the fragrance of wildflowers swirl freely in my veins. Grant me the solace of sleeping in your meadows, cradled by the lush, green blades of grass. Let me stroll along the sunlit highway, hand in hand with my brother, basking in the warmth of peace. Permit me to leave this world in my footsteps, before I descend into the earth beneath.

It was only then that I realized how sadness had wrapped itself around me, as frigid as the guilt that crept through my lungs. Life was on the brink of transformation, teetering between the promise of better days and the weight of the unknown."

Roselle welcomed home, so she thought.All Rights Reserved

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Sincerely, Your Flower

"Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still you feel like you failed. Did it need to end that way? How many more times will I allow myself to look into the abyss? How many more times before I won't ever recover the pieces of myself that I've allowed someone to take? Like I said, sometimes there are no words or clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day or any other day." My name is Roselle Xael Evans, and this is the story of how I got my heart healed by being broken. Roselle Xael despises New Year's. and the question is. Why? All Roselle knows is she is left devastated, heartbroken, and alone at the start of the new year. So what does she do? She secretly writes unsent letters revealing her feelings of despair, detailing her thoughts about her love story; beginning to end.