Z.A.H.R.A (my name is mine)
My Name is Zahra, A name that my parents gave me, Like flowers growing on a tree, Waiting to become those beautiful, Pink, little, and delicate flowers, Wanting to be nothing but perfect My name, my name, Feels like a soft pink blanket, Wrapped with hues of ethereal pink If my name was a
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