You blossom like there's no grief,
Oblivious and innocent you may be,
Bear in mind;
You are just another flower,
They can pluck easily.
They smell your fragrance,
They pluck your petals,
One by one;
Bear in mind;
It will hurt.
Nothing's left on you,
So their attention drift,
To other unfortunate flowers,
Bear in mind;
You will never blossom.
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