Life
Life is so much like a flower. You start off as a little bud and continue to grow and grow until you are a full grown flower with all of its perfect little petals. But then one after another of the pretty little perfect petals continuously wilt and fall off because of how much pain you’ve suffered in your life. And eventually you’ve gon and turned into dust to be forgotten.
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