Wildflower

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All her life she was being told the things she couldn’t do. All her life they told her you’re not good enough or strong enough or talented enough. They all might as well be right, she has failed many times. But she has also grown.

Don’t let her scars and imperfections distract you from her silly smile.

She loses herself easily. In the places and in the moments, but mostly in the people. People think that she lives in her own little world but the adorable fact is that she cares about happiness, happiness of those she cares. Some people bring happiness into your life and you figure out that they were meant to be there. To serve some pristine purpose. To change you. To help you figure out who you are or what you want to become.

“Even though I never liked brown eyes before, her eyes are the favorite color for me now.”

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city. She’s icy as hell on some days and fiery as heavens on some, gloomy on a certain day and sunny on others. She’s a wildflower growing in a garden of frail roses, the roses garnering thorns underneath their beauty.

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