Currently posting selfies and thoughts until I finish my dissertation...
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he sent me these when i least expected. they never opened. days and weeks went by, i watched them, waiting and anticipating their growth. but they never opened. like us, they wilted, while still hopelessly holding on to every petal, knowing that they were never going to live again. they'll always be beautiful but they will never breathe again.