Flowers grow after the rain,
I love it, though.
I read through the pain,
Softens the blow.
Ideas run through my brain,
It will never close.
Adrenaline rushes my veins,
Never gonna slow.
I love flowers and the rain.
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Story by AvieThepiper
Seven Years Later
"I swear Jace, I swear, if you walk out that door you will NEVER see your kid. I swear you that."
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