Every year, during spring, we have the most intense flowers in our front garden. Freischas, they're called. They bloom early in spring, and are indicative of the new season. You'd be surprised when you saw them, and even more surprised that we don't plant them every year. They just pop up, by themselves. Legacy. Such a coveted thing. We wish for people to remember us once we cease to walk the corridors we walk, do the things that make people notice us. We all fear being forgotten and ignored. In less that a month, we'll finish our high school life. What do you leave behind? Will you leave a legacy, or will you simply vanish, like the freischas, which in a few weeks, will decompose, and disappear into the soil.
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