Oct 2015
Expected with lateness,
Destined for greatness.
My flavors are true,
So I hope you can taste this.
Live as a winner,
But roses do wither.
Was born in the winter,
I'll die with a shiver.
Destined for greatness.
My flavors are true,
So I hope you can taste this.
Live as a winner,
But roses do wither.
Was born in the winter,
I'll die with a shiver.
(21/F/Pennsylvania)
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