The Essence Of Who I Am

She loved the beauty of the bright red roses so much that she cut herself on the rose thorns willingly while picking them.

Not knowing that she was killing them too.

Maybe she just wanted to look like them but her blood was the closest thing.

Or maybe she did know that she was killing them, and then thought that she owed it to them.

To take their life she had to give back some of hers.

M.A.P

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(I do not own this photo)