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Once
I once killed a plant by watering it too much.
Atter that, I started noticing how dangerous it is to
keep pouring yourself into something
that is not growing toward you.
So I kept giving. More patience.
More forgiveness.
More pieces of myself.
Until one day
I looked in the mirror and realized
the only thing slowly dying was me.
Funny how self-destruction can disguise
itself as love.
And the strangest part is-
I was never talking about the plant.
