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Her eyes were filled with love But she wasn't looking at me Even though it physically hurt She was happy Every time she looked at him My throat burned and ached I watched her as i was violently coughing up the beautiful red pedals Knowing i was going to die Because i knew she would never look at me The way she looked at him And for some reason not loving her Hurt more then the pedals themselves Her beauty couldn’t compare to the throned flowers Rapidly blooming in my throat I would happily die knowing That i died loving her I was going to hold on Despite the feeling of being set on fire And knowing exactly how this was going to turn out But i wanted to die with the little dignity i had left My vision got blurry blood dripped from my lip My throat began to close And With one last breath The flowers consumed my smiling dead body That beautiful hanahaki
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May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Hanahaki disease
Her eyes were filled with love But she wasn't looking at me Even though it physically hurt She was happy Every time she looked at him My throat burned and ached I watched her as i was violently coughing up the beautiful red pedals Knowing i was going to die Because i knew she would never look at me The way she looked at him And for some reason not loving her Hurt more then the pedals themselves Her beauty couldn’t compare to the throned flowers Rapidly blooming in my throat I would happily die knowing That i died loving her I was going to hold on Despite the feeling of being set on fire And knowing exactly how this was going to turn out But i wanted to die with the little dignity i had left My vision got blurry blood dripped from my lip My throat began to close And With one last breath The flowers consumed my smiling dead body That beautiful hanahaki
Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.
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May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
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