Fleur,
Delicate,
Fragile,
one touch and it will wilt.
It wasn't until people decided to define me by my illness
that I really considered the meaning of my name.
A happier thought would be Spring,
or life itself, which is ironic seeing as mine is swiftly dwindling.
But anyway,
I want to take you back to the start of my forgetting,
the day that I would meet her, the drug that would assist me in my last few months.
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