He admits the fact that he tears you down. He admits your no decency. He admits your vulnerability. He admits your red-blood petals. He admits your strength.
She was right. He was no good.
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Random"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
your thorn
He admits the fact that he tears you down. He admits your no decency. He admits your vulnerability. He admits your red-blood petals. He admits your strength.
She was right. He was no good.
