Life is like a flower.
A flower so delicate like a child.
Parents so careful with the flower not wanting to hurt it.
A flower that has fallen so many times before.
Trying to get on the right path.
Almost dieing but finally had got help.
Help for the parents had finally got on the right track.
Now the flower is prettier than ever.
Doing well and holding its gound not giving up what it believe’s in.
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