I have been
mistreated throughout
my entire life,
letting others take
pieces of me to
make themselves whole
until I became empty.

somehow I have spent
more time trying to
impress this world
than I ever have of
leaving an impression
worthy of memory,

and I think that
it is so sad that
my petals have
been picked so far
to the point where
I no longer boom.

no longer blooming
thanks to you.

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Should this be the last poem in the collection and then I start a new poem book eventually or should I add a few more to this one?

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©️ Elishia C. Xalfa ♡