Roses bloom in the most unlikely of places, your eyes, mind you, are thorny with them. You've been taken siege by a mass of these red-petaled wonders, and I've wondered to myself if you've realized just why you've been taken over. You've been conquered. Give up. Surrender. There's no use for a fight. You've overgrown with these flowers, you're covered, and you aren't there anymore. You aren't there.
Give up. You've been hidden from view. A ghost. You're invincibly invisible. You're gone, and flowers lament the loss of you.
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Listening to: "Ballad of a Paralyzed Citizen" by The Faint