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Jun 2013
On February 14th of her 13th year
She was given flowers.
She thought they were beautiful,
But had nothing to give back
She placed them on her desk
To admire the beauty of the vibrant life
It soon turned sour
Her heart grew more sad
As the flowers grew more weary
Until they were both no more
idk this happened to me
cypress
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cypress  21/Gender Fluid/America
(21/Gender Fluid/America)   
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