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Fallen flower, wilted, broken, raise your petals slowly.
Though hope was lost and you were gone, don’t hold your head so lowly.
Marred by knowledge, marked by ink,
Gone so far you could not think,
Stretch your leaves and catch the light,
Trap the knowledge glowing bright.
Past naught but an empty shell,
Through cacophony you fell.
But you aren’t lost; you may begin
To fill your heart with life again.