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I'M Like A Flower

As I take the flower, it dies in my hands,
A gesture so normal, and this is how it ends,
It will never bloom fully again, not when I have it,
Its life will end, time by time, bit by bit,
It wasn’t what I wanted, when I took it from its home,
Where it belonged, in the middle of the rich loam,
I should’ve let it live there on the ground,
I should have watched from far, then turned around,
Because none can live behind the bars of another,
I could’ve let it live by staying away, thinking back, I’d rather,

But now it’s too late, all harm is already done,
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