𝓡𝓸𝓪𝓭

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I tried, i tried walking on flowers but everytime i stepped on them they turned dried and lifeless. I wasn't able to pinpoint what's happening. Because i was confused. I was pushed on road where noting felt familiar. But i still kept my composure calm and walked not knowing what's kept in the end of the road for me.

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