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The orchid is dead. The “just because” orchid you bought me when things first started to feel rocky is dead. That delicate, fragile thing. It’s hard to say what really killed it. It wasn’t doing well from the beginning. Perhaps it came to me a little broken. Perhaps it had some fatal flaw that meant it would’ve died no matter what I did. But overwatering it certainly didn’t help. I think I might be stuck wondering for a while, did I **** something beautiful or did you just present me with a dying flower? Either way, it’s dead. I threw it away today.
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
This poem is equal parts metaphor and equal parts truth
The orchid is dead. The “just because” orchid you bought me when things first started to feel rocky is dead. That delicate, fragile thing. It’s hard to say what really killed it. It wasn’t doing well from the beginning. Perhaps it came to me a little broken. Perhaps it had some fatal flaw that meant it would’ve died no matter what I did. But overwatering it certainly didn’t help. I think I might be stuck wondering for a while, did I **** something beautiful or did you just present me with a dying flower? Either way, it’s dead. I threw it away today.
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
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