Oh fifty..
I'm so lost in this forest of shades.
I've found myself suffocated by the beauty of your darkness & wounded soul.
Because your pain is so beautiful, it makes your heart so fragile.
B.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. & F.r.a.g.i.l.e.
As beautiful as the prelude.
As fragile as the rain drops.
Laters, baby.
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