Here’s why (1:37):
The flower of hope. A flower that can survive the darkest of times, that can find its way through concrete and asphalt to blossom and thrive. Today, I feel like a dandelion. I am so fragile but I am still here, looking for a way through the dark and hard surface of life. I want to grow. To feel beautiful and strong. And to live and not just survive the hardest of times.
well my little flower look how you have grown so far and the best is still to come keep chasing away them weeds of life ……..mmmmmmmm every flower has a name so i think your flower should be called ……. the midnight sun……….hugs and cookies…….Stevie
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Thank you…you have no idea how much this means to me right now. Thank you ❤ I have a necklace with a black star just because I call myself a black sun
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