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"no one knows this little flower.

no one knows when it blooms.

no one knows when it withers.

no one knows how its feeling on a cold, summer morning.

no one knows its hoping to stay warm for her children tonight.

no one knows what its going through.

no one knows when its last petal falls on the ground."

-k.v.

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