Ending...

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Close your eyes and imagine a rose. Any rose.

What did you think of? The classic red rose? The fun pink one? The unique purple one? or maybe...the black one. That one is my favorite. It symbolizes death. it's the beautiful color of sadness and goodbyes and everything sad. The black rose is the demons that talk to you from 12:00am to 12:00pm on Monday to Sunday and then it starts all over from the beginning of the week. It's that random burst of sadness when you finally go outside and try to enjoy the life that is slowly ending every single fucking day. The black rose are those demons that you try to drown but of course those fuckers know how to swim! It's the anixety that you feel when you have to go out and actually speak to people.The black rose is all of your horrible emotions. It's the sitting at your computer desk with the paper that says "Dear Mom", a pen that's running out and a thousand tears falling, with the gun next to you, fully loaded type of situation.  The black rose is the tragic love between you and the person of your dreams and that horrible playlist that you have on repeat. The black rose is hatred and revenge. The black rose is that feeling you feel when you see the person you love, loving another and all you want to do is hurt them like they hurt you.  The black rose is everything that is wrong with you, on a small little stem with one dried up leaf on the side. The black rose is the ending. 

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