You see, he said, I know
you are a beautiful flower.
And sometimes I hold you so tight
almost crushing you.
And sometimes I don’t feed you with days
almost starving you to death.
Don’t ask me why. I don’t know myself.
Am I a fool not to keep you safe?
Or am I naive thinking you will always be around?
I never know what the right answer is.
But I know that I don’t know.
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