We were a rose, beautiful while it lasted. The envy of the garden at our peak. The jewel of the flowers at our freshest.
But like roses, everything wilts in the end.
You were my forever, but I was the thorns,
Tearing and ripping us apart from the inside out.
I am sorry.
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—𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧
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