The last rose

The last rose

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A pile of dirt covered the lady who raised me since i was just a little girl lost in a huge world. As we all said our goodbye's, we all laid a rose down on that old dry dirt that laid above her, and when the cemetery was all empty i laid that last rose down and said "goodbye". No. I did'nt want to say goodbye, days on ened i still thought it was a dream. "How could this be real, no, it's just a dream, i'll wake up soon. She just went on a trip and she will walk through the door soon" Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. And Years turned into forever. •R.I.P grammy ❤️
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Your heart was empty, it has been for 15 years and you kept coming back to that same old place you were told to stay. You knew that nobody will come but that's the only thing you can hold on to... their promise, a promise that they will come back and get you there. So you waited for someone who will never come. On the same day, 15 years later, a 'supposedly' typical day of waiting for the loved ones in your past, your path crossed with a beautiful Latina sitting on a bench not that far away from where you are. That changed the course of your life.

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