Ungrateful
Luck has given you the most beautiful flower,
But you neglect to water her,
Still she blossoms her beauty for you,
Yet you still forget to give her the sun she deserves.
Still she fights to keep her beauty for your comfort and love,
You pass your once beautiful now withering flower,
And wonder why is she dying.
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