Sometimes a complex person could be as a simple as wooden table. A base, bland all the same. But I am like a flower. I blossom with fury, sadness, joy and complete freedom. That flower can be stomped on, picked or have the petals picked off one by one. But the seed stays alive and will regrow. Let's just say, I am trying to regrow. Like+Fav if you feel the same pain I feel.
