Finding Rose
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Jun 11, 2020
"I'm so sorry," Rose cried out "I love you."
Gut wrenching sobs escaped her mouth.
The only guy that'd ever truly loved her, gone. In the snap of her fingers, because the truth of the matter is we don't really appreciate something until we no longer have it.
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