As I step into the river with what I hold in my hand, a rose. thatGod had given me. I hold the delicate flower with every step I take, one by one the petals touch the river. Flowing with the water moving forward. no matter how hard I try, they move further than I do. But until that day comes,where I fall off the waterfall of life

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