thorns and roses
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Last published Wed, Jul 8, 2020
a book not only about beauty but also pain.(NOT EVERYTHING APPLIES TO ME, I WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS SO EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING TO RELATE TO)
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