Like a blossoming withered flower that only blooms under the moon's silver light.
Warmth by the coldness of the night and being protected by the distant stars.
The flower awakens from an inevitable slumber .
" I've always lived my life as I like...
I never really had time to think about what I want... "
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- JoinedNovember 10, 2011
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