• The red rose falls so silently. The desk is pushed so violently. Sitting in the corner is a sad little girl. What is there to wait for? Nothing. A small boy cries in the alley. Where is there to go? Nowhere. Love was split apart. How? Hatred. When do you know it's the end? Always. When do know its the beginning? Never. So what do you do? Live your life like there is no tomorrow.




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