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A flower sets beside a lonely patch of fellow flowers by a road
it heard the sound of cars going by, it wasn’t scared. Not at all.
The car kept attempting to intimidate the flower but failed
the flower saw the rest of it be scared but couldn’t sympathize with them nor comfort them
it began to fall down.
its petals ripped off
its leaves gone.
it began to wither away from the wind that yowled with the strength of many
the seeds in the middle began to fall. Its offspring would be scared but at least they would be able to have sympathy
it began to get eaten by different bacteria. Now it’s a piece of soil.
it wasn’t special. Just wasn’t scared
that’s it.
all we do is what we do
soon, after flower and flower, it began to fade away from the world.
the soil took many flowers till they joined it too.
its still there but no one knows it.
no one remembers it now.
its life is now insignificant to others.
no matter what we do, it will end sooner or later.
no one will remember you
even if you did a great deed. You can be remembered but, not forever.
thats all we do.