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Life of a Flower

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I am wilting, my beauty is waning, too soon I lose my petals. I slowly wither away, until there is nothing left. What once was a radiant flower, no longer holds its glory. Those who watched me flourish are heartbroken to see me go, but do not cry. My life was well lived, even for such a short time. So do not forget me, but still let me go as I spread my seeds, a new life, a new flowr.




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