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She lived like a flower in the desert 
And bloomed in the cruelest weather
The tanning of life made her a strong leather, 
She was too burnt to realise she was sleeping on ashes,
She wiped her own tears and suppressed her emotional  crashes,
Wounds of her heart and bruises of her soul translated on her skin,
Her chances of survival  was very thin,
But her desire to reach for the stars was very much alive 
Her revenge on life was her will to survive....