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Nov 2017
just as a flower
my loved blossomed
it grew to be a beautiful flower
my colors full of life
eventually every beautiful flowers fate
you cut me off
I withered away
my petals withering away
the last of life left me
I held on for to long
now i'm ugly and dead
you cut my life
now I'm dead
to be thrown away
Stand in the rain
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Stand in the rain  24/F/nowhere
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     Rose, JustAskQueen, Eudora and ryn
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