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Jan 2018
She was a wildflower and he was the gardener
Cutting beautiful flowers
Flowers worthy of a vase
Leaving her time and time again
Not picking her making her feel insecure
These patterns of her are not beautiful she think to herself
Time passed on and the gardener never picked her
She found it to be her fault
Like she was the **** duckling born to the wrong batch
But one day the Gardner approached her
He looked her in the petals and told her
“ For you are the most beautiful of all. I have saved you for this very day”
Written by
Kayla  18/F/Canada
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