Every time i fall a petal from hell drops to tears every time i grow a rose is yet to bloom Evertime i fail Off with the head of a bueatifull rose i guess ill have a bunch of thorns to offer take this what i have left what ill ever only have if this is all i have and i give it to you my only possesions my last peice of me with you what do u do
Reason for writing:
I dont know?
Birth sign: Aries
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