Once I was wilting
crying out my eyes as my petals fell off
one by one
till there wasn't enough
to be a flower
last year I spent my time
looking into a mirror wondering
if I was left still
I guess it took its time
I guess it took the bottom of the well
to find a thin rope up
guess it took some fighting
some electricity
today I looked at mirrors again
| felt somehow complete
somehow refreshed
my petals are growing back they love to flowe
they seek the sun they seek the air
even if they don't find it
Id still be blossoming
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