And so our love was like a flower, the best one, the most beautiful among all. We grew it together and watch it turn into perfection. But he got tired and sick of taking care of it so I did it myself to save the flower from withering. Now the flower that we grew together was still there but not the best anymore and not the most beautiful among all and soon I know, it will die.
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