•twenty one•

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for the first time, rose was the one to inflict pain upon herself.

she felt as if she had control

she didn't have to worry about how hard the pain would be.

she had control for once.

it calmed her mind and made her forget momentarily

but the bliss only lasted a little while.

because soon she heard the downstairs slam

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