Death and Roses.

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At the first time i was shared to someone else, not knowing that i'm the death and i should be meant for the end.
My color is red, i'm feeling pains and bleeding everyday. I grow too slow at sunny days and too fast at rainy days, 'cause i get baptized by the wonderful rain to clean my sins away.

I represent love, pain and the death.
I'm loved by so many people but i still don't feel no change. My last pain is the death, my best friend.I'm precious on the out side but dark in the inside.
I've visited so many funerals in my life,i've put in so may tombstones, i've placed in so many  coffins.
Every year in the 14th February,  i represent love to lot of people and i start to feel immortal.

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