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flowers


dirt:

we step all over it and pull life out from it while it just lies there.

but every so often, someone who cares plants a seed.

although this seed is placed among the dirt,

where the conditions poor,

the seed is given nothing but water 

and a little bit of love,

from just one person who cares

but with that little bit of love, that seed blossoms into a flower

showing everyone that beautiful things can come from just a little pile of dirt.

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