May 16, 2020
3 min read
Yet Another Victim of an Unjust Society
An Article from March 7, 2001
The rose was still wet from all those tears. The redness was washed away like blood. The thorns eagerly bit at the air in their hatred. The stem snapped in half because the pain was too much to bear. A single petal fell from the rose and kissed his face to show that he is still loved.
