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Those flowers you got me when we first met. Becoming limp and brown, never being able to reverse. You cant fix whats already withered away. I guess our love weakened with them.
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Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
Wilted
Those flowers you got me when we first met. Becoming limp and brown, never being able to reverse. You cant fix whats already withered away. I guess our love weakened with them.
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Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
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