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I Picked these flowers for you.

I Learned today that they too, feel pain.
Sadness, Happiness, Expectation, and Hurt. Like all humans.
The only difference is that they are unable to scream or cry.

Though the guilt makes me feel gloomy,
I still want to give them to you.

But you put them in a flower pot instead.
"If You pluck them up they will die.
Here they will grow and still look pretty.
It's a waste to let them die so soon."

I think they look the prettiest on your hair.
But you like to take care of things.

Isn't that why you take care of me?

In your eyes, am I just like these flowers?
This insignificant?
I Don't want you to care about mere flowers.

But you are like this.

You just care.

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