Authors Note:Written in 3rd person just because it's easier to write this way. Not sure how well this will turn out, because I'm winging it. The title and name is a play on my username since I don't wish to use my real name. Dedicated to those who showed me who I am, you know who you are.
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She was a blossom in the dust, a rose blooming in sand. Her early childhood found her surrounded by wweeds who threatened to take away the little Rose's innocence, yet she still pushed her dainty head forward, as a small bud arose from the ground.
Life became easier for Rose once she moved locations to a place where she was free to grow and bloom. For a few years, Rose blossomed and flourished, until the day her father passed away. For a while after that, she began to wilt, then began to wilt more once high school started and the bullying she had long tried to ignore became to much. Rose became bitter, fighting back against those peers who wished to clip the dainty buds, and prevent the true light and beauty from shining.
Her only escape came from writing as poem after poem spoke of sweet love, dreams long forgotten, and the struggles of the underdog in a society who cared not for the weaker man. She used it to escape from the weeds and thorny overgrowth that was her peers and siblings, and to lift up others.
You see, Rose never tried to help herself flourish, instead doing her best to lift up others like herself, others who were flowers trying to bloom in Sandy or rocky soil. They were unnourished, and searching for a gardener who was willing to work with the good and bring it forth, even if she got scratched by the thorns. Rose couldn't complain, because she herself had thorns, so who was she to judge others for theirs. So it was through these flowers, so much like herself that she learnt just who she was and where she belonged. 684Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4rgtxuCZ3O
As the words flowed more freely, and she helped more wilted flowers return to their full glory, she herself began to bloom once again, and that was how the rose blossomed.
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