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Jun 2017
I blossomed
a beautiful rose
but life plucked me from my roots and I began to slowly wither away
and sulk
and droop
as my once thriving red petals turned brown and brittle,
began falling from my center.
ana
Written by
ana  16/F/ohio
(16/F/ohio)   
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     Rose, Ryan Holden, galaxy of myths, --- and ---
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