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Poisoned Rosebuds

Poisoned Rosebuds

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 5, 2016
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Rosemarie Myra Edgren has a life far from perfect. Having had divorced parents since the young age of nine years old and now being in Highschool just added on too it. She was the school outcast and soon depression took over her life. Her perky, cheery personality gone and replaced with a dark, twisted depressed emo girl who never wore a bright color to save her life. Most of the time Rose finds comfort in writing, singing or just simply sitting out in the woods away from society. But what happens when the creepypasta EJ discovers her one day when she happens to be seeking comfort. Will this change her life for the better? Or the worse?
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