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He breathes in the scent of life.

I am transfixed by his affection for the mere flower.

He seems lost from us as he holds it tightly.

This is a side of him I do not see often.

He is usually so occupied and never takes a moment.

But, later he wishes he hadn't.

He keeps blaming himself for the loss of life.

I keep reminding him it wasn't his fault.

It falls on deaf ears.

The flower is discarded, for what it cost him.

But for a moment I envied that flower.

To be held so tight.

To be worshiped so.

Now, it remains alone and abandoned.

How it mirrors my own life.

Alone and forgotten.

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