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Oct 2017
My soul is a
Flower
Constantly blooming and withering.
it needs rain to bloom
but when the clouds recede
and leave the flower alone, the roots dry
and crumble
into a broken heart.
Rachel Blair
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Rachel Blair  14/F
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