She blossomed like the spring arrived, blooming in her full capacity, radiant and bright, spreading her glory all around. But her heart was like a glass-crystal, fragile and delicate. A gush of wind of betrayal and pain blew, out of the sudden breeze of happiness and love, and her petals-like pieces of heart laid scattered around. A petal once fallen couldn't be attached back, and there she stood withering and dying. But that made her core strong, and there bloomed a bud made of steel, once again
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