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You are a wildflower. You 
cannot be tamed. It won't even 
be attempted. You cannot be 
domesticated. Only looked at 
for one's pleasure. You aren't 
meant to be loved, only 
admired from afar. Maybe nice 
to touch and feel, but that it all. 
You will be used for one's 
connivence, but not your own. 
You will stay ripe and beautiful 
for your viewer's glory, but at 
your own cost. Yes, my purple 
one, you will be used. Indeed, 
your seductive colors will earn 
you attention, but only 
temporarily. A trophy, you will 
be sometimes. But what else 
did you expect when you 
became a wildflower? You are 
one flower amongst a million. 
What makes you different? You 
will never know because the 
emotions of your colors will not 
let you think that far. You will 
have various admirers and they 
will use your beauty to their 
advantage. Because you are a 
wildflower and for no other 
reason. You are meant to stay 
out in the rain to be caught in 
the storm. It is only so you can 
grow. What did you learn, 
bright yellow one? Whatever 
you do don't let the admirer 
take control of you and pick 
you from the very foundation 
God grew you from! It's your 
sanity! It's your life, pink one! 
When your petals become too 
heavy let the breath of God 
carry that away. For you are a 
wildflower and like a tree, you 
will always be here. No storm 
and no admirer can break your 
fragile stem and tear your 
delicate petals. You are a 
wildflower. Beautiful and 
untamed.

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