

DeathLife is a flower, Delicate, but magnificent. Though, in it's final hour. It is as alone, as us all.Death
Anything envolving each life, falls under these three simple sentences.
Why? Why you say? Because everything falls forth to simple simplicity of all things here and now, but also the far from us.
Death has as many morals as the life which has fallen from it. The very quake of birth, is fantastic, because, well, you would have to see it and breathe it in as it iluminates the space around it.
So, when the flower realises it's alone, it knows it has no hope
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Searching inline.
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Life is a flower,
Delicate, but magnificent.
Though, in it's final hour.
It is as alone, as us all.
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"Life is just a sick and twisted game that we all call reality." -me
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Believe in me, who believes in you
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Life is a flower,
Delicate, but magnificent.
Though, in it's final hour.
It is as alone, as us all.
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Believe in me, who believes in you
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Life is a flower,
Delicate, but magnificent.
Though, in it's final hour.
It is as alone, as us all.
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