Wasted Flower

A Poem by Sam

Every night she fretted

For she feared losing her beauty

Which she valued over all

Left behind friends and family

Relationships and life

She was to afraid of not looking perfect

She accomplished nothing

Enjoyed nothing

Before she knew it

She had wilted

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Added on April 1, 2008
Last Updated on April 1, 2008

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