Rose's Lies
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Inspired by Mintyglitches <3
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It was late at night when it happened, outside, a car door slammed and a motor whined, sounds of whimpering and muffling echos in. The rain sharpened the smells of smoke and earth, the hazy cloud of light above a distant city glimmered and glistened while dimmed lights glow between the trees. She looked down to the two dying bodies, still struggling to set free.
"Don't worry. It'll all end soon."
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