Blue Roses
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the room turned black. "she's dead" I visit her grave 3 times a week in rain, winter, spring....we were together then wanting to be with her now. I talk to her. I miss her. I brought her a blue rose which was her favorite.
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The day when the rain began the bitch said to be dead, I didn't know whether it was true or a lie but had no choice or traces but to assume that bitch was alive. Everyone pushed to believe that bitch was dead, killed, or else suicide. Police were investigating whether the bitch was killed or kicked the bucket, but some external things pushed them to investigate it. Whatever it was going to be, bitch's gone.

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