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I feel like a spring flower.

New, and open to the world.

The sun shines down upon me,

And I glow.



Then comes along a careless young boy

And picks me – ripping me from my home.

Lost interest, he tosses me over his shoulder.

Without a second thought. Not a glance back.



My beauty shrivels in the sun,

Left to bake and die.

Without the world to see

Who I really am inside.



And that easily,

I am quickly forgotten from this world…