Poem.
Beautiful day
the sun shone strong.
Was born a flower in my heart
signifying the hope of being happy.
Knowing that someone could like me?
I was important to someone?
Flower did not last long
the life of cut.
Fertilizers, flush, not satisfied
life ripped off by the root.
Leaving on my chest
a hole where cultivation only thorns.
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