Story of my life…

There was once a flower that bloomed many petals… full and lavish atop a long stalk. 

One by one they would line up to look at the flower… touch it… stroke it… then pluck a petal from its core. They did this until one day there were no petals left and only a hard, cold stem remained alone.

She tried as hard as she could to spring forth new petals… to summon someone… anyone who might care for her. But none bloomed… so none cared. Eventually, in sadness, she turned within herself and died in despair. 


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