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Feb 2020
You were the bud,
That was sitting in the shade.

Then the sun came and you became the rose.
You bloomed into something three times as beautiful.

You were content.

Until someone came and plucked you from your vine.
They let you wilt.
left you for dead so that they could have the sun.
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