A common trait among humans
- take things that are always present for granted.
What if suddenly that thing disappears? Will people stop to think and regret? i guess everyone's answer is that regretting at this stage is really too late, but ain't people still continue to be like that?
Once I had the rarest rose that
ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the bud,
And stole my flower too soon
The loneliness of hopelessness
to search the ends of time.
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