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Lonely—a dandelion, in fields of velvety rose. Timid—it grew in silence, and bloomed a flowering gold. Lonely—the dandelion— fits not amongst its friends. Hard earn—though all it's petals, will matter not, in end.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
dandelion
Lonely—a dandelion, in fields of velvety rose. Timid—it grew in silence, and bloomed a flowering gold. Lonely—the dandelion— fits not amongst its friends. Hard earn—though all it's petals, will matter not, in end.
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18/M/Vietnam
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
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