I have lost the will to relive with them,
as a whole Humans are not worth it at all.
The flower I hold has a long stem,
and the top so heavy to the side it falls.
The thoughts of being one of them gives pain,
scares and depresses the mood.
The flower still also on my brain,
simply water it to give it some food.
I digress to digress about things I think,
talk to myself about the next one to live.
I will get more flowers and vase a drink,
bring them home and to my love I'll give.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 4th, 2025 06:51
- Category: Unclassified
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