A flower blossomed in the winter night. This pacific winter night a blooming star was born. From the softest petal to the strongest gold. A heart as pure as gold and a personality as soft as a teddy bear. A crying shoulder holding everyone's tears except its own. Almost like the droplets racing down shattered glass, their tears held back not even starting the wintry race to escape the glass, but the worlds escaping at every route they find. Bumping and crashing into one another - a down-flow of combined misery.
Through all the breakdowns and unstable shows, the winter blossom survives and remains together but never hurt. Once the tear is there it never disappears no matter how many plasters you put on it. Its never fixed. Not even with love.
A flame does more than just burn, it creates it shows you more of the world then anyone could. A winter blossom chose fire,desire over rain and pain. Liking both but having the character of a flame sparking and spreading his compassion for others to those who need a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.
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A bloomed friend
RandomA person who understands feeling more than people can understand
