Within this world of twisted thorns,
there is a hidden beauty.
Of the tangled tendrils that weave a web of pain,
there is a beauty.
Without a path laid out with suffering,
we can not see the Hidden Beauty.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Within this world of twisted thorns,
there is a hidden beauty.
Of the tangled tendrils that weave a web of pain,
there is a beauty.
Without a path laid out with suffering,
we can not see the Hidden Beauty.
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