To enjoy the beauty of a rose,
you must endure the thorns.
People maake assumptions, but no one knows.
Who wears the wings, and who bares the horns.
A thin line between love and hate,
a thin line between pure and evil.
Everyone gets swayed by the snake,
just prepare for the ride, fill up with diesal.
We are all born, ignorant and blind.
Expecting to live 4ever.
But death is never far behind
Relationships become severed
So we shall never attach.. be wise my friends, beware
If lifes a gift there has to b a catch, it end where it begins.. nowhere!
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