Bleeding Hands
Description
A simple rose with thorns that keeps it alive but no one will dare to touch it day by days the petals starting to fall until it bloom again. A person holds it tight he somehow love the pain that pain that no one will understand. the petals is falling just like his days his journey is falling into darkness.. Will he able to survive this cruel world full of lies and truth?
Foreword
He sigh and look at the sky and let out a deep sigh again another day surrounded with people just great He stare at the people who is walking on their class he shrug and let out a deep sigh again and walk to his first class he open the door and there they are his classmates ugh i hate people he mumbles..
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