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I'm sick of picking these flowers that I grew for you.
The pile of petals under my eyes followed by tears. Every flower becoming more sadder than the last... every petal like a piece of my heart.

The more I say " he loves me not " the more the pile of petals grows bigger, and the more my heart grows sadder.

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