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Growing Up

be a sunflower Said My Mother,
I am only a dandelion seed drifting through the wind,
Time passes within the breaths
carrying me here, there, everywhere, anywhere, and nowhere
I land in the loss of power
in the land of Loss
I will become overcome.
I will bloom, or not, the decision has not yet been.
And I am an if, for now,
I am okay with the breeze taking me
I am okay falling in the storms
I am okay when winter kisses me with her cold
I will wonder the world until I find my place to flower
in the place where seed breaks,
to finally bloom.
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