i relate flowers to people
some are loved , some are despised
some are remembered into the universe
some are forgotten into the cold mist
we were all bloomed into something flawless and beautiful
flowers always come to an end
just like a wilted flower
some fade, some die
for those who are still alive
they survived the draught
it was the worst
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