Its like with a stalk of jungle rose... so damn beautiful, hold it once and u'd feel like u've gotten everyting you wanted. but then, its thorns begin to hurt you... tearing into your flesh, the more harder your grip, the more pain it brings.... You'd let go.
The thing with people like me is, we still hold on to the flower.... even with our already injured hands we still faithfully hold the stalk, the pain is now excruciating... but we still hold on, because we have faith in the beauty of the flower, because we know that the flower is not to be blamed for the thorns it is created with... that is its nature.... we have hope in that flower... we love that flower...
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