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Feb 2016
Once like a flower,
she bloomed.
The most beautiful, new thing in the room.
She had her head held high,
she constantly was reaching for the sky.
She always found comfort in the rain
and everyone wondered why,
but never thought twice.
She frequently lied,
to feel better inside.
But all those lies
held a deeper story inside,
Out of sight,
her leaves would fall.
She stood in front of the mirror
and wish it all would just disappear.
She was praised for her beauty.
She stuck her head in books,
but still,
she was only just looks.
Everyone wanted her precious petals,
so she gave them away.
If one didn't like the way she was,
she chopped a petal off.

She no longer possessed beautiful petals,
her mother laid her down in a silver metal.
Her father grasped her teddy bear
and cried.
Family questioned why,
days before she smiled bright and stood so high,
and now her body lies in a coffin six feet below
and just as the wind blows,
she glances down below
and smiles, "It's mine time to go home."
She's greeted at the gates
and thee brightest Light shines
and looks her in the eyes, "Hello, welcome home."

- c. n.
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