Black Rose

Sometimes some of us have to get lost in a maze in order to search for the hidden places of our soul that we do not know exist. And here I am, as I revolve around the paths of my cursed labyrinth, I find what I did not know about myself. Someone other than who you were… I have become nameless… Without identity.. No place.. I became like a black rose.
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