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Flower Bloom


What was once America is now a sudden prison of ignorants. We kill for no reason only to sastify others and regain leadership and give others the idea of what is injustice is justice. To you it's amusing but to me it's a white rabbit that have been hunged and skinned to death. Sacrifice like the Mayanians have done to worship the Sun why must you. My imagination is inquired with what once a cloud but now a rainbow that is only invisble to the lucky ones who is proven as innocent as my own eyes. We make money for survival but water keeps us alive from the horrid sun that been hiting our rich skin to melt. Like the different chocolate we all melt not only because, the sun done so on purpose but only to punish us and make us weak and lose our humanity. Love is what is not ignorant we all need it to produce a flower and bloom into something beautiful but without is nothing a dust and dirt of a waste. Young girls stomachs are filled with so much impossible outlooks only we will know what will be set for the fetus and the soon to be mother. Where is the soon to be fathers to support? Where are the mans who used them and thought it was okay exploit their beginning lives of success? I see we havent seen the last of our America. Why must  ignorants must be now American? Why cant we see that our flowers havent bloom enough to reach the knowledge critera of humanity. But yet only we will find out when we make the right decision and think before we act. Only soon or later we will bond our blood and water to bloom our flower. Only we will know what we thought was an supernatural action was actually our own actions that makes America seem so different to others eyes.

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alexisbryant
<p>This is amazing I love it&nbsp;</p>

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