Wish on a flower


Sometimes I wish I was a flower, So pretty but frail. Unbroken with every wind that blows: With a smell of sweetness and beauty that is undeniying that everyone longs for and desires to see. But why a flower although it stands so strong in storms it will only live one day to be picked and thrown away like it was never wanted by the picker in the first place.

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Wanting to be prettier