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Flowers

I never believed in you. I knew you’d amount to nothing. That you were a disappointment- “A waste of time,” “A terrible friend,” “A .” I knew all of this time but, You kept going. For no reason other- Than not knowing what else to do. For being too scared to kill yourself. For pulling away the gun last minute. Yet you kept holding on, Holding on. And now- Because of you- Flowers begin to bloom, In a field full of death.

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