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Oct 2018
There was a single rose in my room
It had began to wilt
I thought for sure the next day it would be dead,
But by that morning it had risen
Another two days and the wilting rose
Was as vibrant as the day it was received

Humans could learn a thing or two from roses
Don't think one failure means a war is lost. I thought the rose would die, but despite all odds it strived to survive.
Pyrrha
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Pyrrha  22/F/Texas
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