Past
Once, I was a flower.
I stood taller than the rest.
I used to be beautiful and bright.
But now, my petals are falling off,
And my thorns have grown to be so big.
Once, I seemed to be their favorite flower.
Now, nobody seems to want to look at me at all.
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