• besaajeti 9w

    Her

    She was a wildflower ,untamed , raw ,beautiful most people were not brave enough to come close and have a look , let alone touch her.
    Inside she was so soft and fragile if only they knew they would pick her and step on her.
    She was strong yet weak she was big yet small and she was brave yet full of fear.
    But she always kept her head high no matter what because it was out of her nature to give up ,because wildflowers grow in places no one ever thinks of, where there is barely any water but they still survive in the wilderness of this world.

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