White Rose

Life is gray scale.

It moves with so great celerity that colour can hardly be seen. What would your life be like if it were as gray as mine?
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Sometimes your friends have everything...

Good grades... lots of other friends.. an overloaded wallet.. popularity at school.. a lover and a thousand admirers..

You hardly have any of the above and when you finally just sit down, and just reflect on yourself..

You see nothing but a void of black and white..

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Have you ever thought of someone whom you love very very very very much, and he/she made such a deep impact on your life...

So much so that..

..your heart has shattered to only dust..?

..your personality has changed for the worse..?

..your history holds scars that may never heal..?

..your present has been nothing but miserable..?

..your destiny has changed to the wrong end..?

..your life has lost its colour..?

After all this, would you still let your love or friendship or even time flush it all away?

Would you still call this person special to you despite all that has happened?

Have you ever wondered fate has brought you to the person in the first place?

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It's like...

Injuring your fingers from the thorns of a beautiful white rose

but when you bring it closer to smell it,

there's no scent.

This is ridiculous.