The Botanist H.S.
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MatureOngoing40m
Last published Sat, Jun 15, 2019
I used to be happy.
Life was good, and I didn't ever have to worry about things. I had friends, and I was completely lively. The person you see now compared to what I used to, would shock you.
The past me is a ghostly reminder of what I lost. And I've used to being alone. I liked it because I didn't get hurt and being alone is the only logical way to cope with life.
A dangerously kind man would ruin that all with just simple jesters as leaving flowers at my door.
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