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The day it ended was by far the most perfect day of my life.
So far, at least.
I didn't want it to end
But was, in some sick, warped, twisted way, glad that it had
The news story that flashed upon my phone's screen had told me that the eighteen year old star had been run over on the way to his girlfriend's house
The flowers he was carrying were white roses
My favourite
But it's a shame that white stains so easily

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