A beautiful rose
Can die
Can rotten
But though the years it lived
It shield itself from the world of misery
But still grew and bloom
But still it dies
No matter what you do to help
It falls apart
It's shield disappears
And with that it's helpless
Can't live anymore
Can't breath anymore
And this world of hate, bitter, sadness, helpless and misery is left behind forgotten
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