Flowers bloom and bloom they rot down and so new ones can grow, just like we tear ourselves down to rebuild. Flowers can get hurt and destroyed just like we can, they are just like us alive till something chops them down. At times we do not regrow we do not rebuild we try to cope with our wounds... The wounds are are reminder that it all can happen again and again and again until it is their time to go
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