I love flowers. They are beautiful and hold deep hidden meanings within there sweetness. No matter what, I adore them all - which is strange.
Because they are the reason I'm dying.
Slowly choking to death from the inside...
...All because of my beloved flowers and fragile heart.
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You didn't know what hurt more; Unrequited love or the flowers growing in your lungs?
aka falling for the Devil sounded like a good idea until you realized he will never feel the same.