roses don't grow in winter
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Oct 1, 2022
Sadness. Grief and depression are all of life's most delicate cups to drink from.
There is a thin line between love and hate.
How far does one have to be driven to kill the other???
Who dies?
...A Tragic romantic homicide.
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