WildFlower
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[A story I had to write for English Class]
THATS RIGHT I HAVE RETURNED!
This was an assignment for English! It had to be 500 words max, and I hmmm...
I surpassed it. But it's fineee.
''Nothing could've prepared me for what was about to happen.''
One second can change your life.
One moment can make or break you.
My soul bleeds and the blood, silently, steadily and disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.
They say dead people receive more flowers then living ones, because regret is stronger then gratitude.
What a pity.
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