roots
dear old friend,
we grew up together, our roots forever tangled
we grew up
and
a p a r t
into two separate beautiful flowers
just because roots cannot be seen
without digging up dirt from our past
does not mean they are not there
our roots full of memories will forever be
a part of me
for they have made me
the beautiful flower
I have become
to see you blossoming as well as I is bittersweet
but I am unbelievably grateful
to have witnessed and touched
your roots
sincerely,
blossomed
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