Jasmine
The beautiful flower stood at the top of the hill,
everyone believed it was perfect from afar but
once they got closer that changed.
The keeper thought otherwise, she believed the
flower was much more beautiful as she got closer to it.
She protected it from everything otherwise,
the flower would never exist.
The flower was created by her and she would go
through hell and back just for it.
The flower never truly understood how much
the keeper protected her until the darkness came.
The darkness ripped the poor flower apart and
the keeper of the flower had been restrained by the
darkness. The flower had been ripped apart for far too long
that it would never be as beautiful as it was before.
The keeper tried to repair her as much as she could, but
the flower knew, it knew it would never be able to escape
the darkness.
The flower believed the only way to truly
be beautiful again was to get away from the
darkness, but for now that was impossible.
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