"They were leaving flowers everyday at her doorstep
But when she came out, they were already withered."
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Failed Threats: Disheartened
PoetryHow are you so certain about your love for me? Can't you hear me at all, darling? I'm giving my all here; Screaming threats at the top of my lungs. Are you certain that this is not just out of pity? Because I don't need it at all - I already feel so...
Threat 3: Hear 🍂
"They were leaving flowers everyday at her doorstep
But when she came out, they were already withered."
