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Ongoing, First published Apr 27, 2017
Mature
It's been 2 months 3 weeks and 5 days since my life fell apart.

Who to blame? Myself? 

Was it my fault? There's no one here to tell me it wasn't..

Can't I just re start my life.. I wish I never took it for granted..

Rose...Rose. Yes. Thats my name.. 

You'll learn more about me soon..

But lets take it back before any of this happened... 2 Months 3 Weeks And 5 Days before it all happened..
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