Like a wilted flower

'like a wilted flower'.
that's the right metaphor to describe me right now
I've changed so much
my world no longer have the sun.

dark. dark and dark.
the beautiful life has been destroyed by the toxic and now dragged me into the abyss of destruction.
only one question,
'can i survive? '

poem by Current Black
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