Flos: when the flower make me blow up

Flos: when the flower make me blow up

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Musim dingin telah usai, kini bunga keluar dari lemari kaca dinginnya yang telah mencair, kami mulai bermain dengan bebas tanpa perlu memakai pakaian tebal yang kadang membuat gatal. Kini kita bersama sama kembali bermain disini, bermain seperti biasanya, tanpa melewati batas rumah tua yang menyeramkan dan tak berpenghuni itu sehingga ayah ibu masing masing melarang untuk datang kesana. Tapi kini ada orang yang sedang memecahkan pot bunga. Pertemanan kita cukup sulit untuk disebut sebuah pertemanan, dimana dengan seenaknya kita mencampur suatu perasaan istimewa di dalam pertemanan itu
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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