Petals and thorns

It's better if you read the story rather than me explaining it, but...here's a teaser to it.

Thorns are sharp

Petals are soft

I'm in between

Nobody knows who I am...

They call me hanahaki....

Because of my disease.

I was born with it.

My sister doesn't have it.

But I do.

And I hate it.

It's a disability to me.

The thorns grow thicker

and thicker to my body and....

Sometimes......

I can't get free.

I feel like a tree.

I'll become one.

One day.

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