Kneeling on the cold ground weeping, tears hidden by the rain. My hair soak and my cloth tattered. My emotion heavily stirred from the chaotic day. I try to stand, unsuccessful. I try to crawl, the ground bite. The world against me, and with nowhere to go. I stop. In that moment I realize, I am dead. My passion none existent. My passion for living and my dream that I am living. All because of the confusion that I met the day before. The confusion from whom I deeply loved and from the person that touches me beautifully. The torn from the rose prick at me deeply, creating a deep scar. The next thing I know, my trust for you has long faded. My heart cold, empty and injured. The time where I can accept you again, is the time my scar mend and heal. So hold no hope unless a miracle occur, restoring my soul and my love for you. But for now I am dead and lifeless, slumbering inside my harden cold body. Ear close, and eye shut. I continued my endless day.

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