Sometimes life is like a winter day 

Cold and miserable and sad

Icicles hang from the bottom of your heart 

The sadness seems infinite

But

There comes a time

When winter must end 

So new life can begin

The flowers that are made to wither in the harsh cold 

Begin to grow into the beautiful beings they once were

We are like flowers

We may decay and lose the life we once had

But

Eventually, we will bloom again

And become the people we long to be

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