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Waking up every morning thinking to myself Yeah today's going to be a different day Not knowing what lies ahead All that is left is hope and faith Looking up to my father above Thanking him for what he has done He is the greatest man alive Always by my side No one knows the struggle I've been through All you see is just a pretty face Many judge me but no one really knows me Thinking i live in a fantasy world saying yeah she's spoiled, yeah she gets the best In reality i'm just a dark flower waiting to be bloomed Waiting for the moment when the rain will turn to sunshine That day when i'll meet my father (God) Up in heaven with a big smile Standing there awaiting my arrival letting me know everything's going to be ok All troubles will fade away And you remember that flower waiting to be bloomed? Oh yeah thats right it turned into something spectacular :) -Mikaelia M.
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Poetic Herpies
The flower will bloom. Out of the blue. Standing up tall. Never going to fall. Because every flower will bloom And soon, it'll be you. :)
mickey_is_loved
Hope you like :)

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