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mf May 2013
she was just a seed
no different than any other
and she saw herself as others did not,
crowded
in a garden full of lovely flowers
who fought for their share of necessities,
sunlight,water
but it was her against them
and as she bloomed
her colours began to fade
and noone around her
seemed to notice
or maybe they didn't care
but it was too late
and she was too weak
      
                                                           *m.f

— The End —