she reminded me of a flower. beautiful and fragile.
But like a flower, she needed people to nourish her.
But she was the type of flower that didn't stand out,
and the type of flower people didn't really care about.
And since people didn't care about the flower,
it slowly withered away,
and trust me,
i tried my hardest to bring it back to life,
but it was so used to loneliness,
that it wanted to die anyways.
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