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Tunisia
August 27, 2010
| I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose. See the hope and courage in the strength of the petals. As long as I am, I will be. The flower will never wilt or die. As my life grows back, I shall become strong. I shall become only dependent on one. That one will be me. I will rise with my petals high. My life as a flower will bloom and prosper as I grow. I may not be the pick of the patch, but I am just as beautiful as the rest. I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul. The tears will be far from my smile. |
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