Part of me wishes i fought harder. Part of me wishes i let go sooner. It's the conflict within the depths of this soul in which inhabits me, that feeds gasoline to her fire; a raging flame of desire that can only be tamed with the snowfall of...pink?

Yes i said pink. I know what you're thinking, "what the fuck is she talking about." Let me explain.

For so long, this desire for beauty, peace, eleg...