she was a tree.
he was a gardener.
he took care of her perfectly, almost like he loved her.
but she had to let him go.
soon enough, they hired a new gardener.
but he had other plans with her.
he cut, and cut, and cut, until there were no more leaves on her anymore.
yes, they eventually found out what this gardener was doing, but it was too late.
she was already gone.
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things that I feel
Poetryjust some words. maybe a bit of poetry and metaphors. i just want to say how i feel.
