Red Looks Better On Liars- Schlatt X Quackity
"My thorns grew thick on my stem, slicing deep into your shaking palm, your hands of hatred grasping onto my fragile body. As the blood seeped down your hands you began to feel sour; For I was a pretty blooming red rose, and you were the gardener who never could find beauty in a flower." ------ This is a sequel t...