It used to be nothing, but red.
War brought the bloodshed.
The rain brought the depression.
And the fire brought death.
But then you came and brought the ocean.
My last place of sanctom.
Being with you has made my world become whiter,
You are my white rose in a red field....
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Shy girl's life......
I'm a shy girl.... I love to sing...... but I hate people to hear me.... I'm good I just don't like to talk in front of others..... I love someone......... I can't tell you about him though. Because then you'd fall in love with him..
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