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The Last One Standing
- Gurdit

- Nov 21, 2025
- 1 min read
I feel like the last tulip blooming while the whole field is harvested to be put in bouquets for their loved ones.
I feel like the last balloon at the balloon seller, the one never got picked. The one about to deflate.
I feel like the last piece of bread, untouched, unwanted, ignored.

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