This Feeling Called Confusing Feeling

What I love being human is because they were insisted to live and to feel. I want the blue sunflower. But I can’t have it. Because the flower is just too beautiful. Because the flower simply didnt want me. And being rejected and unnoticed by this flower tell me something: I can’t have anything I want.

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