Rose (Floral Series 1)
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"Black rose does not exist, unless a rose was withered or have its color shaded darker. You're not yet withered, which means you're shaded darker. Your just in a dark step of your life, which will never mean that you're in black. You're not black, you're not a black rose,"
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