'it was late at night but all dreamt was about how people are like roses,we may look beautiful, but we all have our thorns.'
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"how can you say you love me when you bring home a different girl every night?"
contains language and some mature themes, read at your own risk.
warning: unedited and cringey as hell.
short story.