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Mar 2016
Im a wildflower.
Rejected and ignored by the world.
I spread no fragrance, i spread no love.
I want no one, i have no one.
My life is a wildflower.
Nobody cares, nobody loves.
Nobody sees the thorns pricking me, nobody feels the coldness freezing me.
Just a ray of light touches my pale skin when the dew falls, and suddenly disappears when the tall trees wakes.
I wish, i wish, i wish if one day i was blown away with the wind to a garden of wildflowers,
live a life where everybody sees each others' flaws, but they breath the same air, nourished by the same soil and spread the love they never got.
A garden of wildflowers is worth than to be in a bouquet of roses.
A small wildflower has to fit herself just to keep her safe from not getting pricked by the thorns in the roses.
Everything which looks beautifull, smells pretty or makes u feel a rose,
ain't happiness.
'Cause no one knows what she has to go through just to get the love she always wanted.
Raffaella Rodrigo
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Raffaella Rodrigo  Italy
(Italy)   
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