I am a flower that dances in the wind, but there is a lot you don't tell me, but I knew something strange had to happen since one of my earliest memories were with those of another garden, those memories being another green house, and the pitcher I took with the two other trees. To be honest, that is all I remember of the other garden, and my roots are with these flowers, but I need to know was my seed planted here, or somewhere else, and if it was, why was I took? I don't want the rose to cry, but at the same time, I need to know my history that has not been told to me.
this is clearly not about flowers, or a garden, but it's about something that lingers over me like a cloud of rain following me, and until I find out the truth, that cloud shall never go away
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