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ROSES ARE NOTHING WITHOUT A FEW THORNS, "let me drink from the waters where the mountains streams flood, let the smell of wild flowers flow free through my blood let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground. I didn't notice how sadness had enveloped me, Ice cold as the guilt crawled through my lungs life was about to change for better or worse. ...And form now I'll be the most fierce thing when I'll break open my heart and let the wild flower grow inside -Aayushi Roselle welcome home so she thought.
william
