_whippersnapper_

I am a flower... I sprouted... I grew... I withered... I sprouted when my mother gave me a birth. I grew with the help of the machines. After that, I started to wither. I become more scared as time passes by. I want to live a normal life. I want to get out of this silly place. I want to see the beauty of this world. I want to meet other people. I want to meet the person who will love me the most. I want to do the things that I badly want to do... BEFORE THEY BURY ME IN THE COLD GROUND TOGETHER WITH THE FLOWERS AND THEIR TEARS. BEFORE I... DIE.