Her face, was always blurry.
Doesn't matter which angle I look at, it will always be blurry.
But I know that behind the blur, were tears of a once young, beautiful maiden.
That was betrayed by fate.
She was a flower, purest of them all.
With petals, white like the clouds above.
From her gentle temperament, to her soft, soothing voice.
She was a white lily, swaying elegantly in the warm breeze.
But who would've thought,
That this Lily could be selfish?
Too selfish, that she blinded herself.
Impurity, overtaking her body.
Weaker, and weaker with each wind blowing by.
She was too fragile.
Too naive.
Too,
Pure.
The once beautiful white petals,
Decayed into an ugly shade.
The voice, that lulled me to sleep,
Is now a siren's cry.
The flower, is now nothing, but a weed.
A weed, that will no longer stand out in the garden.
Only the wind, sympathized her.
And only the wind, remembers her.
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Double update(and not dead yet)! Just posting old stories, don't mind me~
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