A solitary flower
Blooms in the dark woods.
It has no power,
But it is pure and good.

This flower sees the world around,
And never wants to be a part of it,
But to this dark fate it is bound.
In this dark world the pure flower must fit.

The flower must sacrifice everything it stand for.
Because alone the flower will not thrive
So it must become as dark as the woods are.
To survive.

The flower sacrificed its innocence,
For acceptance.

 
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