Innocent Life, by a.m.b.e.r |
wilting and withering hanging onto life,is the desprate little flower, who's been cut off by the "knife". dying faster and faster, cut off from all roots, is the sweet little flower lying under people's boots. and as the soon, lifeless flower keeps slipping away, it knows it wont see the next lively day... |
Posted: 2009-10-16 16:16:46 UTC |
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