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Apr 2015
Life is a blooming flower.
We all start as seeds, small and innocent. But with proper nurturing, grow into young sprouts.
From here we learn from the flowers around us, and have dreams to grow as big and beautiful as them some day.
Soon, we blossom into a beautiful mature flower, no longer having to rely on others and show off our colors for everyone to see.
We live our life throughout our season, making other seeds that some day too will turn into flowers.
But when the end of our season comes, we droop and become weak.
We loose our petals and slowly our colorful pigments fade.
Our seeds grow up to be sprouts, but we slowly decay until our petals have all fallen and our stem no longer upright, and die.
Steph
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Steph
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   Alex Doering
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