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Sunflowers

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Life is like a sunflower... you are planted into this world without any say and as you grow, you get put into categories. You can either be the most beautiful, or you can be the one that everyone tries to cover up with the other flowers so that you can't see that the flower is dying. Me... I'm that flower. That flower that nobody wants to think about. But just like all the flowers, you get planted, you grow, you wilt, and you die... but nobody wants to think about the end. Except me, I just learned to live with that fact ever since I was born.Tous Droits Réservés

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