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  Nov 2014 Ali
Margar
I'm a little flower.
I am as delicate as the petals of a flower.
Tear me,
And you'll never be able to repair me.

Step on me,
You just lost a breathe of your life.

Rip me from my roots,
I'll die within seconds.

Spit on me,
Thanks for that one more drop of rain.

Make fun of me,
Look who's talking.

Little flower.
Bold heart.

One thing I know,
Is that if you cross the line,
I won't be that little pretty flower you knew.
I don't know. I didn't mean the look who's talking part mean. I just... Couldn't come up with anything else. Oh and who talks about flowers without talking about potatoes! Join the potato league #jointhepotatoleague and become an official potato!
Ali Nov 2014
Every little word we take for granted,
Every little voice we hear,
Every little pair of eyes we meet,
Every little smile we put on each others faces,
Is a brief bliss that we can’t ignore
We take these things for granted,
We think these things are everlasting,
Be grateful.
No one else has your voice.
No one else has your ears.
No one else has your eyes.
So consider yourself blessed.

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