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Let me tell you something my child,
not every plant you water, nourish and
love grows into a flower. It isn't until
the flower itself decides to love itself
possessively that it blossoms into the
beautiful gift that it is. You, my love,
are a garden begging to bloom.
Don't be convinced otherwise.
-inkandpapers
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