You uprooted me on the spot where I was abundantly growing. You left me bleeding and dying. But death didn't open its chamber and the sky wept followed by roars showing great condemnation for you. My roots started to grow again and now I'm having luxuriant leaves. Later, my flowers would bloom and its fragrance would fill the air. Butterflies and bees would soon come closer. And since you love my kind, you would rush close to me and enjoy my beauty and vulnerability. You'd gaze at me like crazy. One by one you would pluck my petals, so a question would pop into my mind, "What have I done to you to make me suffer this way?"
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