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Flowers and beautiful things still grow back, even after the dead and rot. They prosper and bloom, more resilient and extreme in their colors shown. They grow with a vengeance; showing off their vivid symmetries and imperfections, blooming for no one but themselves. They do not bend nor break in the wind but instead wave and flow with grace, not granting the gusts the power to make them fall. They prosper on sunlight and the water that falls from the skies but their beauty is not lost when the moonlight hits their soft petals. Instead they illuminate an eerie glow that draws even the strongest willed to their home. You may think you are nothing but dirt and death but you have a flower awaiting inside of you, waiting for the chance to sprout from the parts of you that you thought were dead but instead gave life. We destroy parts of ourselves to create new life. You are not broken, bent, or dead. You are just awaiting to bloom.