It was just beginning to
Take form, elegance in its
Purest existence. A string
Of ever strengthening beads
Starting to glow from content
And happiness.

Then you all happened, the
Thundering storm with bolts of
Hate and ridicule. Smashed the
Potential of something beautiful,
Leaving only pain and suffering

You all did this, the flower was
Growing ready to bloom, She is gone
Now and all her happiness too.
Watch her die, it is afterall, all
Down to all of you.


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