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May 2021
Flickering in my hands
It can destroy the lives of many
If I drop it on the dry wood floor under me
Or if I blow it out
It doesn't make a difference to me
It doesn't affect my life
But it's not who I am
~21/5/21
I blew it out
Just Another Flower
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Just Another Flower  16/F/At home
(16/F/At home)   
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