pain.
that's what shot through their flower-clogged lungs.
the anguish that tainted they're soft, angelic skin. the feeling of loneliness.
"how pitiful" they pondered in thought, "how could one be so stupid?, so engulfed in one's attire?" they mewled pitifully.
everybody knew.
heck, even they knew.
there was no saving them.
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A/N: i intend on this being a short story. please forgive me, i'm trying out writing.
