This sorrow shall grow like grasping vines around my broken heart Bending and weaving it’s way through the pain Causing the thorns to prick the softest rose My sorrow shall know no ending But shall triumph in its death of light And long for the savior of an overshadowing corner Attracted by its dark appearance My happiness must peril in the drowning of all reality Reaching up for its hidden beauty The naked truth and raped minds The last breath surfacing to its broken end.Birth sign: Scorpio
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