honeysuckle.
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Honeysuckles are characterized by their one delicious drop of nectar. Although they are profoundly ethereal, it truly is such a shame they are an invasive species that are looked down upon by others. Ways of eradicating their kind have been prevalent in the past, present, and future. And yet, despite it all, why are you still standing? Like the honeysuckle, you invade the minds of people all around you. You suffocate, strangle, and slaughter them, symbolic of what honeysuckles do to other plants; however, you don't seem to notice. And they don't seem to mind. So, really, whose fault is it if they get hurt in the crossfire of emotions? It truly is such a shame that although they all loved you unconditionally with you returning mutual feelings, you will feed on the decaying flesh of those around you like a vulture.
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