-White Rose-
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Last published Wed, May 19, 2021
''𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬.''
A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorns pricks you. Betrayal changes the way you look at the things that were once dear to your heart. All the white rose symbolizes now is neither beauty or delicacy, only death.
The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. Red roses are symbolic for love. And the white roses, Ah, the white roses are the dead or forsaken.
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