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"A rose, it blooms for many reasons, some say for love, others friendship, luck even pain.." ~she plucks the petals and drops them by her feet~ "Am I casting away all I feel into the petals or maybe they've sunk into the bud; the very core of this base from which it has bloomed. It started off as a simple seed, and what did it take to grow? Light, Water, Fresh Soil and Delicate care to become what tis now" ~she plucks more and continues watching them gently fall by her feet~ "They say a white rose represents "purity" yet when I look at it I see "death" nothing that is white ever stays clean for too long always a stain comes upon it the edges of this rose has already faded to black. Almost like life and death; wearing the memories around my finger tips like a blue accessories made to compliment a traditional wedding..." ~she stops plucking and brings it to her nose and takes a gentle inhale of it~ "It smells withered as if it never got a chance to finish growing it was abandon which is exactly why others would see me plucking this rose and ask me; How could you deflower such beauty?" ~she stares towards the voices as she gives a tender smile~ This White Rose was given everything except the one thing it needed to truly be radiant... Love. What I am doing for it is an act of mercy by honoring its memory, I will take the stem and maybe make a Crown? Necklace? Bracelet? No.. I will put these petals in a jar and I will watch the petals fade Black". In my eyes of the Earth this Rose represents whatever tis you want it to represent and in my hands it reflects abandonment, loneliness, and so I will take care of it. Plant many types, see if my love is enough, and wait to see if it fades away..." ~she plucks the final petal and brings it to her lips~ "You look at this act as a kiss goodbye and this will always be a kiss of greeting for when the storm comes one thing is for certain" ~Slight drops of rain sprinkle down on her as she looks up into the beam of light dimming into a shade as a tear drops from her eyes into the bud of the rose; she stands walking gently through it at a slow pace, she unfolds her hand towards the rain as her hair slicks to her face. Her mascara/eyeliner slide down her face, the stage becoming like a graveyard in her mindset; as the crow calls out again she falls to the ground, she whispers into the thunder effect shuddering against the headset mic~ "It Can't Rain Everyday"