Grasping at withered ends of fallen flowers. All the leads dissipate, and I’m alone again. Striking out at nowhere in the darkness where you cannot see the light. Pain fills the veins but she will not show it. A last disguise will be that of false courage. How to start again? Find you again oh lovely bloody pedals? This is the most grueling torture
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even though it makes me sad.....it's really pretty :)
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