Will this feeling of dread never end? Will this feeling of pain ever go away? Numb I am to these feelings of hurt Hoping...strongly hoping To see the sun after the rain The sun that was always there, that gave me comfort and held my hand A rose, a virgin rose that stood wilted in the torrent storm. Blood that dripped from its thorn, Those horrid thorns. The rose that knew the lessons of life; "To seek is to know, to find is to love And all of which is divine." I am that rose, How sadly am I denied? The wind that has begun lifted my pieces of worlds' shattered love towards the sun. But alas! Gone is the sun And the unslavaged love.Birth sign: Not entered
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