today i picked glaze lilies. they remind me of you. did you have a flower that reminded you of me?
flowers are such a precious thing
always taken for granted.
people treat them oddly.
people step on them,
they are called rude.
people pick them,
rip them from their roots,
they are called kind.
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"miss" / xingyun angst
FanfictionChongyuns journal as he journeys through the land of grief and poetry. After losing his best friend, the one he cherished, he takes up poetry as a way to remind himself of that soft love. TWS!! death, su!c!de implications, repetitive words, strong...
