My love could make stones cry. The one reason for me to live, in the depths of hell or sparks of immense joy... is to give to you.
It’s the tale of a girl who gave her all, to someone who did not want to give themselves, not completely, to her.
The same nature that once was breathing, is now dead and dry. The sun on her skin is stinging, and the grass is grey.
Her angels in disbelief, asking ‘’What did happen?’’, as they weep over her selflessness. ‘’Don’t you worry, don’t feel sorry. Love is never in vain’’ they’re saying.
And off they went, watching over the other by her request.
The girl keeps on giving, though she keeps on bleeding. Blood never seen by the other, still unfailingly flowing.
The other speaks of friendship, but the other walks away.
The girl, left now alone, gives again. She gives the other the freedom to walk away.
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