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seasons

She had always dreamed of being president,
independent and powerful is what she longed for.

Around sixteen her dreams shifted,
all she dreamed of was the feeling of euphoria.

She chased after it will all her might.
Night after night she would dive further and further from the person she was meant to be,
until it finally took her last breathe.

In the end all that was left was a wilted flower,
crushed of its hopes and dreams.
Torn apart by the seasons.
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