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The flowers, once so lovely, are now riddled with decay.
Brittle leaves peel and crack, echoes of fallen beauty. I used to love waltzing through this field. The morning mist caressed my delicate skin. Today, I fall to my knees. The cold earth welcomes me. There is nothing left. The flowers wilt. They whisper, Goodbye. |
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"'Languish' describes the deterioration of things once-beloved, the abating of life and vitality." - Emily Pottebaum, 12th grade, Adel-DeSoto-Minburn High School.
