She was a rose eager to touch the moon and is now slowly falling apart. She is afraid to dream, afraid to love, afraid to trust, she is afraid to be herself. She doesn't want to get too close to anyone or anything. Once eager to touch the moon is now afraid to even look to the sky for she does not want to be judged by the stars.
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