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Jun 2017
And it was then that I noticed the flowers you gave me had all wilted,
Their petals drooped as if something was weighing them down –
Something I could not see. But I hoped this was all happening as a
Result of something better coming their way. Maybe the sun would
Shine on them again. I hoped that they would be able to breathe again.
it's you, my flower. something in me knows it's you.
and you'll be alright. you'll live again.
morning glory
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morning glory
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     Marrisa and blue
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