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she reminds me of a flower. beautiful, but fragile. but like a flower, she needs people to nourish her. the only problem is, she was the type of flower that didn't really stand out. and because people didn't care about the flower. it slowly withered away. and trust me, i've tried my hardest to revive it but it was so used to the loneliness, it wanted to die. a.c.
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Save Me

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