Withering Roses
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Much like flowers, we bloom. We bring beauty to the world, even if its only for a short time.
I do not wright this from personal experience, only second hand encounters. What a lot of people don't know, is that the hearts of others around us are impacted by the same situations in much the same way. Don't ever underestimate that.
(Beautiful Cover Credit goes out to @StrangerSight)
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