Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
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finally the day came all his miseries were gone, untold stories where he suffered silenly, weeping every night being lonely, hiding eyes, hugging his beloved pillow, cursed, judged and hated by people he loved, parents, beloved, friends so called, and he fought in the dark with demons greater than him, rotten was his body being bullied, made fun of, ragged, trodden was his heart being insulted, ignored, some people envied his kindness while some claimed it fake, how unique and different he was from other boys of his age, devoted faith, hopes to save someone, love for nature, animals and plants, aim for changing the people, showing them the right side of mentality, thinking he could melt frozen hearts.
