withered flower
A flower that once was alive, is now withering away from this cold world. The flower was once the flower's home, but even it has betrayed the flower. The flower withering away, just like it's home. Soon there will be nothing of the flower. The flower was once beautiful, but now ugly. Now part of it has fallen to the ground, as if it cries. The flower slowly disappears from the world it called home. The withered flower now becomes part of the invisible world. The withered flower that was once a beautiful flower, is now gone from this world. just like all the other flowers that betrayed it.
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