something, everything, nothing.

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he was like a fresh flower in the middle of winter,

rare and unexpected.

he was so many things,

something breathtaking like a

rainbow after a storm.

at one point he was my everything,

but over time,

the fresh flower wilted in the snow,

the rainbow lost its colour.

and he became my nothing.

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