Interestingly, my middle name Maruva, means "blooming flower." This is quite ironic because my life doesn't possess the beauty and perfection of a blooming flower. It's almost as if I'm rather a flower being devoured by a voracious worm, or one withering helplessly under the scorching heat of the sun.
I don't know if a "renaissance of the soul" awaits me; nevertheless, I will continue holding on to my petals, praying that they won't get blown away....
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