Thank God I was born happy.

Almost a constant smile on my face from birth.

Never cried after birth.

A source of positivity that came from myself.

Persisting even after moments of pain.

It saved my life.

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I was born like a flower cut at the stem.

Expected to die off after a very brief time.

My happiness kept me oblivious to the cut stem.

I survived instead of died.

Living beyond logic and reason.

Even when I had to be my own source.

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There were moments when I was tempted to give up or give in.

Beaten down by circumstance or pain.

But I have been my own source for so long, I have regrown roots again.

Carried on in life by the bright colors that occasionally bloom.

I never expected to make it this far and every flower feels like it could be the last.

At least I got to see it so many times so I survived.