Personal Narrative-Esteem

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To you I was as delicate as the flower in your mother's garden. For hours you'd gaze at my petals that were as soft as the pillow that consoled you in nights of terror, struck with the desire to touch me, but only did when I said it was okay to. My stem was strong and that is where you chose to break me, as I broke through the soil to be yours, and you broke out of the doors of your house to be mine. Each day cleansing me in a bath of warm air as you ran into the sunlight, kissing me where it tickled with your nose, breathing my sweetness into your very being. Once the other flowers spread the skirts of their buds open and the chaos of their colors drove your sense of vision insane, eyes feeling what fingers had yet to, you tossed me on the
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