Flowers
Flowers only last for so long. I guess, in a way, just like us. We slowly deteriorate, watching everything die just as we do, willing live to continue, but not having power to stop the seconds slowly encroaching on midnight, when the toll of our lives have outweighed the protective mechanisms put in place. when our greed, our overconsumption kills every living thing, including us and the billionaires who care more about their money and the profits, than the poor State of the world. The flowers are wilting, and we can't be bothered stop and water them.
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