A Flower Girl. A Rose. A Work in Progress. A Divine, Beautiful, Chocolaté Empress.

Dirt was thrown but instead a rose grew from honey and potatoes. You’ve always been a flower meant to love and be loved but just like a forgotten garden, sometimes weeds and crabgrass grow in the meadows. The wasps tried to sting you and the flies swarmed while you were down, but they didn’t understand that your guardian angels are profound.

Remember the good times but don’t dwell on the bad. The sun is peaking and it’s time to be glad. You’ve made it to calmer waters but don’t run from the tides. The darkness is what made you, but you have no reason to hide. You’re made for the light, never to be dimmed. Keep shining your light, it only irritates the grim.

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