What is the use of creating and having beautiful things when there is nobody around to share these things with. That is when someone becomes a dying rose.It 's lush color fades away and is replaced with a brownish moldy color then all it's attractiveness dies like a flame that has lost it's warmth and blazing light.I will not allow myself to shift into a deep death like embrace of thorns and rotting leaves.Thorns rip my ice cold my body and my mind drifts along a sea of endless and strong emotions.I lay my head to sleep and sleep in my thorn filled wonderland where one word all alone stands out in my mind alone.
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NOKTURNL
16:52 Dec 22 2019
Nice