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Reminiscing the flower before its bloom

Fragile ties and fleeting moments. I live with the awareness my reality is precious due to its brevity.
I cling to Time despite her call for me to detach. I develop sentimentality before the present dissolves. I long to cradle fragments of life; they are quick to melt through change.
My existence will soon become a pivotal past. I must acknowledge fate and work alongside this unstoppable force. It is time to cherish the speed of events and relish the fruits of newness.
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