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Dec 2024
Sigh...
I loved a flower so much that I left it to gaze everyday, instead of plucking it off.
It was plucked by someone and then throw away a few moments later,
the flower withered, so did something inside me.
Written by
Sarthak Gupta  20/M/India
(20/M/India)   
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