A Withering Flower.

A Withering Flower.

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Jan 22, 2016<5 mins
My hand have been Stein with wrath I been accused of a crime u did not commit A crime that became a burden to me Charges have been pressed against me My heart have been raptured by revenge Death have accused me of falling in love with life What non sense is this Life is no more worth nothing to me I been Rob by success And I was accused of cheating with success When the heart is troubled I run to my secrets garden to eases the heart There in garden where the most beuatiful, most majestic wild flowers grows. But there's one in there that's very strange to me A different aroma I never smells Something so devious and frighten Yet, indeed with a flawless color My attention had drift away The crimson burn red color of the flower pull me closer and closer to it. The padel of the rose was only six My mind begins to wonder Why is this flower is missing some padels This type of flower bareth twelve padels of roses.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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