Who Am I, What Am I, Why We don't Know

January 9, 2015

The sun is my provider. I'm the flower that rises while the rain are my tears, and I want to reach higher. I may be born in the winter, but i don't like the cold. The snow is fine but the elements wind and water aren't for me. When it rains our god cries, but when i cried no one hears. You don't know anything about me,but you and I wll soon find the truth behind you and me.

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CoquiAzulJan 9, 2015

<p>Who are We, we don't know, but every element affects our life in a good and bad way.</p>