22 Roses
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You did what you thought was best, and for a while I hoped that someday you'd see how much pain you were causing me. But now it's too late for someday, I don't need a someday anymore. 22 roses, 22 years, 22 suicide notes.
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She was beautiful, and I loved her. Loved? Nah, it's not like that. Just because she's gone, doesn't mean I stopped loving her. I still love her.

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