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There was once a flower that broke through the icy surface of a woman's heart. It had desired for so long to reach towards the golden sunlight, and turquoise atmosphere. It wondered what it would be like to grow, and be admired.

For what seemed like an eternity, she had been afraid to push forward because the unknown had instilled a deep fear inside of her. After all, there could be potential threats to her existence. More often than not she could hear echoes outside of the icy walls warning her to remain where she was. Eventually the flower knew that if she was to find happiness, she could not remain imprisoned within the walls of a frozen heart. The flower decided to move, push, and break free. She found strength within herself that she did not realize existed. She watched as the pieces of ice shattered into tiny fragments, each with an image of her former self on the surface. The flower grew and it reached out further than it ever had before. Just when the flower had tasted freedom, an icy wind passed and froze it in its place.

"I am a prisoner once again, but I have tasted freedom. The dreams I will dream will sustain me until I can once again build up the courage to break free."