wilted roses

a collection of poems and short stories.
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people are just like flowers
some are loved, some are judged
some are cared, some are forgotten
some are known, some are not
but then again
just like flowers
we are all born beautiful
in our own different ways
and not everyone sees that
and like a wilted flower,
some will fade, some will die
because some will give up
but some will survive.
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most are mine. some are not