http://youtube.com/watch?v=m7SJn9XMQAI
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He wanders our world, searching.
Searching for what, many do not know. The key to this mystery lies in the rose. The rose was given to him a long time ago by a girl. She loved him, and he loved her. The rose wasn't always black. It was bright crimson. But then the girl died. It was a horrible death. She was driving when a truck ran a red light and crashed right into her car. The trucker was the only one left alive. After this, he fell into the depths of despair, calling out to someone who might help him, But no one cared.
Eventually the rose wilted, as all roses do, but it grew back. One day he couldn't take anymore, so he took his own life. He stuck a knife straight through his heart. For reasons unknown, the rose bloomed at that moment. It was black. After a few hours, the spirit left the body, hoping to be saved from his depression.
He saw the rose and felt even sadder than before. It reminded him of he left behind. He began to wander, and while he wandered, he wondered what things would've been like if she had survived. This made him even sadder. He fell to his knees and cried out 'Why? Why am I forced to wander? why am I forced to hurt?' He continued to wander. Eventually he became numb to every kind of feeling. He only kept the rose as a grim reminder of why he wandered.
Now, what is the moral of this story? Love is a delicate rose.
It has its thorns and imperfections
but eventually, all the petals will wilt
and this is when feeling is lost.
Can you keep all the petals from wilting?
Searching for what, many do not know. The key to this mystery lies in the rose. The rose was given to him a long time ago by a girl. She loved him, and he loved her. The rose wasn't always black. It was bright crimson. But then the girl died. It was a horrible death. She was driving when a truck ran a red light and crashed right into her car. The trucker was the only one left alive. After this, he fell into the depths of despair, calling out to someone who might help him, But no one cared.
Eventually the rose wilted, as all roses do, but it grew back. One day he couldn't take anymore, so he took his own life. He stuck a knife straight through his heart. For reasons unknown, the rose bloomed at that moment. It was black. After a few hours, the spirit left the body, hoping to be saved from his depression.
He saw the rose and felt even sadder than before. It reminded him of he left behind. He began to wander, and while he wandered, he wondered what things would've been like if she had survived. This made him even sadder. He fell to his knees and cried out 'Why? Why am I forced to wander? why am I forced to hurt?' He continued to wander. Eventually he became numb to every kind of feeling. He only kept the rose as a grim reminder of why he wandered.
Now, what is the moral of this story? Love is a delicate rose.
It has its thorns and imperfections
but eventually, all the petals will wilt
and this is when feeling is lost.
Can you keep all the petals from wilting?
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This my full description
It was to long to put in the description box on the arena page
so yeah
The avvie itself won't be till next week, so yeah
I'll post a link then
