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Mar 2019
her roots, holding on
to the last bit of brown soil.
the storm likely to not subside
and the sun, covered by nimbostratus.
its peony blossoms slowly withering,
leaves turned half brown.

oh, for how long more
can she pull through?
sometimes i feel just like giving up
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prettywhnyoucry  18/F/spore
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