Dear flower,
I know this awful climate has hit you hard. You've stumbled and have been trying to get up but couldn't fully stand on your own yet. I've witnessed how you struggle to keep it together and barely made it.
But how I'm surprised when one day I saw how everything really affects you. It's as if you're losing your roots, ever so slowly, on life. Being thrown to so many rough winds and heavy rains, you feel as if you're alone in a hollow empty world.
I came and shook you. I have to. I couldn't let you drown in an obscure hole in the ground. I couldn't watch you sink without offering you a hand, something to grab on.
Dear flower,
It may seems as if I treat you harshly. But keep in mind that I do it for you and only for your own sake. You're withering, and I need to stop it from drying you up completely. I may offer you a hand, but my goal is for you to stand tall and proud on your own, blooming beautiful flowers all year round regardless of stormy winds and raging hurricane.
Dear flower,
Trouble will never ceased to came by and ruin things. But if you have your root firmly planted to the ground, nothing can shook you off your core. Like everything, this too shall pass. Nothing is destined to be forever. But if you ever feel tired of hanging on to your petals, just know that my hand will always be near. I will only be a holler away.
Alone we can stand tall. Together we can conquer everything.
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