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Jan 21
she spread her huge wings and
flew up to the sky
she asked all the gods when it was
she would die
they responded in grief:
"your time will come soon.
but until then, dear girl,
you're destined to bloom"
I'm feeling numb. Disheartened. I question daily my worth, and the value I provide to this earth. Sometimes it gets so much that I just was to...disappear. To never have existed. It takes a lot to remind myself that we all have purpose, and we're all destined to bloom.
Mollie
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Mollie  20/F/Worcester, UK
(20/F/Worcester, UK)   
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     DreamMare, Bless Senora, Mark S, Perry and Rich Hues
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