Withered Flowers

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The clock ticked steadily

The ragged breaths filled up the room

Blurry memories and vivid dreams

Fast paced heartbeats

Tired breaths turn into long sobs

Heart aching wails, yet silent to the outside world

"Anyone. Help. Please."

The cries become intertwined with coughs

Chest going up and down

Body numb on the ground

Head resting on the wall

Heartbeat loud

THUMP. "You just need to smile."

THUMP. "Loosen up, I was joking."

THUMP. "No, I can't take this anymore."

THUMP. "I'm leaving."

THUMP. "I'm- I'm sorry, but I will go, I will miss you."

"Bye."










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