Blooming and brilliant, the flower had no clue that it had a day at best to live, to thrive, to grow. Once beautiful blue petals would fade to tired grey. It would curl in on itself like a last embrace as it blended away back into the earth.
But for now it was brilliant, for now it shone.
I crushed the blue azalea in my palm.
It didn't deserve to live.
Just like I didn't.
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