stronger roots
no matter
the times
you carved me
out
i remind myself
i am pure
the fruit
regrows seeds
i must tell
myself
i still have
opprotunities
you took my sparkle
i tell myself
i'm still in bloom
its hard
to feel whole
so soon
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