Ruined By a Rose
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Everyday, I sit here, in front of my little black, wooden box sealed with three red ribbons. Hidden inside it is a secret, my secret. I sit here, reminiscing what I used to do before I was trapped here, in this house. This house, oh what it has done for me. It's given me love, it's made me hurt. But, ever so often, I take out what I've been keeping a secret, walk out the the swing outside, and sit there. I hope and wish, that someone will come along and love me, so I can finally die. I'm ruined by a rose. This is my story.
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