Friday, May 18, 2018

Flowers 💐

When you pick a flower, a life comes to an end.

When you pick a flower ,rain misses its friend .

When you pick a flower, it starts to slowly die .

When you pick a flower, your love life starts to die because when you give it to he she says as if she could kill you “ how wonderful, you , killed IT.” 

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