This has come to the end. The rose has withered, but the thorns is still there, just as sharp. it's hurting. watch me bleed. I'd foresee that this would happen, but not this fast. who knows one day, i might fall for sakura or morning glory. Memories of roses was great, but you gotta pay for it. pay itwith pain. pain is good, it's an addiction to me now. i'm still clutching, saw my bleeding hands? i can't fucking let it go. it's my deepest sorrow but also my deepest love. enduring. thanks. thanks so fucking much. remember tarot? it's was right. my only consolation, black and white memories. meshed from tears and blood, and none drip was from rose. i tried not to weep as i promised her, yet i failed. but this will be the last time, you'll caught me shedding tears.
