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I killed my cactus, distressed and helpless; it'll never survive regardless. I watered it more than I should, for some reason it withstood; as more affection is never no-good, but intentions are often misunderstood. one time I changed its *** and had a second afterthought. I then changed its soil, yet I'm stuck in a turmoil. these weren't the changes I seek, for I loathe its spines - so cluttered and bleak. maybe I should have gotten a tiny potted succulent, or plants with stinger; perhaps I never even had the green fingers.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
cactus.
I killed my cactus, distressed and helpless; it'll never survive regardless. I watered it more than I should, for some reason it withstood; as more affection is never no-good, but intentions are often misunderstood. one time I changed its *** and had a second afterthought. I then changed its soil, yet I'm stuck in a turmoil. these weren't the changes I seek, for I loathe its spines - so cluttered and bleak. maybe I should have gotten a tiny potted succulent, or plants with stinger; perhaps I never even had the green fingers.
I have friends who were stuck in an unconventional relationship - abusive. they believe they were changing each other for the better but couldn't differentiate their wrongs and rights. ---- side note: was asking opinions on what hobbies I should take up, some friends suggested caring for succulents - told them I couldn't even keep a cactus alive.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
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