He knows it's time...
but he denies it.
The last words he'll ever write.
The pen shakes in his hand,
as he knows his end.
Finishing this will finish his life.
His life is over now,
as he sets the pen down...
waiting the read over this again.
In his mind he knows it's true,
as do all who read his work too....
He's finished....
Never to be beautiful again....
-White Rose-
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
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