TW: Mental abuse, toxic friend
I decided to go outside today.
I saw pretty trees.
I heard songs from the bees.
But most importantly,
I saw a flower that needed me.
It was dieing.
So I dug it up, with it's roots.
I put it in my basket
And took it home.
I put it outside
Where it could get the most sun
I like so much.
I put it in a big pot.
So maybe more will grow.
I gave it water.
It started to revive.
I watched it do thankful, happy dances
In the wind.
Eventually, it grew more.
And more.
And more.
Until it was tall
And had grown vines
All around my house.
I was proud of my flower.
Until she came.
She came with an ax.
She started chopping.
I started crying.
She even chopped past the boundaries I set
Of how much she could chop.
She chopped it down.
She chopped my love.
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