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A flower had began to bloom beside a road nearby the forest. It was a pink flower.
the rumbling of cars that sped by it alarmed the flower.
it had no one to run to. Not a mother nor father. Not even siblings.
no one to stay by.
the flower continued to grow older and older. Cars still passed by but it told itself to get over it, it never really did.
the flower began to grow old, ready to wither. Its leaves began to shed as the petals began to turn to a shade of brown before falling off the stem. The seeds began to pollinate the ground and it shriveled up. It began to decompose.
was that all it was needed for? Just to be scared and die.
but it’s offspring will have someone. Someone it never had.
The road began to expand as the flower cycle had continued. The newly built road had blanketed the flowers, preventing them from growth and being more scared
before dying completely.
bloom, scared, Wither.
Is this what we also do?
we bloom
we get scared
we get over it
maybe by ourselves or by our friends or family.
but no matter what will happen or what you will do. The road will expand and your life will be lost like everyone else,
the people whose family no longer exist. No one remembers them.
no one will remember the flower aswell.
that’s all we can do