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Jan 2022
cursed little flower
doomed to have its roots decay high up in a tower
cursed little flower
no one dares to pick because her smell is sour
cursed little flower
hidden where light does not shine, deep so the darkness can overpower
Cursed little flower
always dreaming of tomorrow..hoping this hell won’t last forever
cursed little flower
is no more
She lost her battle
I am the little flower
sai
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sai  san diego
(san diego)   
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   Wyatt
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