Letters Before I Wilt
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Sooner or later, I'll finally lead my way to the exit door. Sooner or later, I'll finally execute final wave.
Sooner or later, I'll wilt - leaves become dry, stems become fragile, and roots will soon decay.
Sooner or later, I'll cease to exist.
...and I hope, before I wilt, may you have given the chance to read those unsaid words that I have not yet told you.
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