In My Darkest Hours by Eva Lucia - HTML preview

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To one's sleepless self;

There are the roses that never blossomed again

The sleepy kind that fortunately woke up

just in time

To admit that certain things need to wither

in order for new ones to blossom

Let the roses sleep

Say goodnight

not goodbye