Floral Beauty
Description
You call yourself ugly.
You flinch away from happiness.
Who would love a monster like me? For I am as ugly on the outside as in.
He is as fragile as an anemone, the beautiful wind – flower. It's petals are thin and can easily crumble by hatred. Its light and pleasant smell can waft through the forest by the winds of spring and its tough roots extend underneath the surface of the soil elegantly.
Foreword
To those with a heavy heart
To you who is o so beautiful
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