The thing is, I don’t know how much time I have wasted while waiting for the flowers to bloom. I also don’t know how many nails I have bitten to make the waiting becomes bearable The feeling of depletion has not leaving my chest ever since I got the desire to see the petals become brighter and livelier. Yet the flowers still stiff and the day grows slower. I was completely sure that there is nothing I could do to change the fate of those flowers, But a glimpse of hope cracked my desire opened: “What if the flowers only need sunlight? What if they only need time to be whatever it should be?” I almost feel bad for the flowers Maybe I can pour something to make the flowers feel better A handful of wishes perhaps Or two drops of tears? But my hands won’t even move an inch They stiffen and sullen Each has its own countless scars Each refuses to take an effort And I wept Wept Wept As the numb feeling snatched away the hope f...
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