Honey and bee

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you bloom just to wither, every day without fail. from the very beginning, you were dead but you felt like this bee deserved your love. maybe you felt like he needed strength in order to make his saccharine honey, maybe you did it because you needed it more than him, maybe you needed to see that you could love yourself once again even if it meant falling because by loving him you loved yourself and this world. he is your honey but for him, you are just something or, most likely, nothing.

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