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Beauty and the Rose
If a rose had eyes, it would wither in despair next to you. Its beauty could not compare. Her petals would fall and land gently at your feet, for after thousands of years of being the victor, she has finally met defeat. True to your beauty, you wipe the teardrop from her face. "Don't cry, my friend," you beg the rose. "To compete against each other is not what God has chosen. He made us all equal, his love we must embrace. In the kingdom of heaven, beauty is without a face."
Fallen
As a child, anything is possible. A mind of endless dreams, days of constant laughter, life is exactly as it seems. As a teen, it becomes a bit harder. Still, there is a possibility of hope. You fall in love for the first time; that same year, your heart is broken. In your early twenties, the world is moving much too fast. You struggle to catch up. You become buried in the past. In your thirties, it seems hopeless. Your demons have come to rest. It's hard to even smile. You've yet to face life's hardest test. As a child, you were an angel. You flew with the greatest solemn. Now, your wings are broken. It seems as if you'll never stop falling.
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