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Sometimes I feel like a wildflower. Other times a store-bought bouquet waiting to be taken home. Beauty is a gift. Beauty is a curse. Everyone wants a flower. Nobody asks the field how much blood it costs to bloom. I am afraid of becoming beautiful for the same reason I am afraid of being owned.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
Wild Flower Economics
Sometimes I feel like a wildflower. Other times a store-bought bouquet waiting to be taken home. Beauty is a gift. Beauty is a curse. Everyone wants a flower. Nobody asks the field how much blood it costs to bloom. I am afraid of becoming beautiful for the same reason I am afraid of being owned.
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May 30, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
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