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my plant is dying a potted plant, a miniature rose bush. i dislodge a leaf or two every time i move it i don't mean to, they're just unable to hold on to the stem. it's trying to bud, to bloom, to live. so i don't know how its death is simultaneous. i've done my research: i've watered and sunned and all of that. i've been nothing but good to it. everything it needs has been freely given, and still it dies. my plant is dying and i begin to understand my mother

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my plant was dying and i didn't know what i was doing wrong. it made me empathize with my mother, who must have felt so guilty for no reason when i was suicidal a few years ago

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