white rose
I'm just a Flower. A white rose to be exact. Gasping for air to live. Convulsed, to search for a heart to heal hers. Collapse from her dream and enter the reality of life. This is the story of a white rose

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A LONELY FLOWER
As she wandering around the street, she saw everyone. She smiled, "I wish I could have their life" and she walked down the street and she went to the park. She saw many more people there. They were holding hands, kissing, eating ice cream, laughing and she look at herself. "What's wrong with me? Why nobody besides me like somebody besides them?" A tear drops, few tears drop, now her tears were drifting through her pale skin. "If only I could die now. I want to end this pain in my chest." The Flower began to cry even more. Nobody comforted her. She's such a lonely Flower