A white rose that grew to its peak
Your own thoughts stain the petals I believe is beauty.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
A white rose that grew to its peak
Your own thoughts stain the petals I believe is beauty.
I forgot about this website. This is a new one I wrote, it’s simple, but it reflects the toxic thoughts or depression that consumes my love sometimes. It’s hard, to see the one you love think badly about themself. Especially when all you see is how beautiful and amazing they are.
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