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Jan 2019
People call it love
Knowing that its not
Why waste your time?
Time is so precious; Its burning out somewhere
Some of us deserve the time
A chance to grow into the plants we’ve learnt from and taken care of
Waiting for the chance to be that perfect flower that lives and grows its whole life
Not being picked, not being touched, peacefully living, peacefully dying.
Written by
Soraya Mae  25/F
(25/F)   
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