We are but Slaves of Time

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She was repulsed the first time she saw him.

With time, the repulsion turned into attraction, culminating in love.

Infatuation soon became obsession, clinging too tight, too afraid to lose.

So when the bumble-bee abandoned this flower to suck at the next, depression and desperation ravaged the poor soul.

Again though, with time the only emotion that remained was indifference on seeing him after some years.

 

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