the rose blowing in the cold wind

January 7, 2008
By Nicole Halbert, Hopkinton, MA

the rose blowing in the cold wind petals slowly falling,wilting. the salt of my tears burning my face.around me morning moans.this must be hell. die world die die die.another young life fall into dark leaving, loved ones alone and broken.die world die die die

why?


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