pointless.
it’s not alive anymore.
you cannot revive what’s already dead.
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what once was bloomed, now is dried and shriveled. what once was colorful, now is lacking of colors. what once was soft and beautiful, now is brittle and shrinked.
you watered the flower hoping it’ll bring it back to life. instead you destroyed it even more. the water was once the source of life, but now it’s the source of further destruction.
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let me tell you one thing, what you can do to a withered flower is… just letting it wither even more. you can’t do a single thing to bring it to what it was once. it’s too late. too late.
too late, too late to revert back to what it was. too late, too late to make it right again.
it’s too late. too late.
too late, it’s already dead.
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there’s no point of trying to fix what’s broken,
what you can do is just let it go, let it wither, let it fall.
but it’s not too late to start again,
just not with the same flower
