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Dismantling The Box of Grief and Venge

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Laid inside the box, the rose of reminiscence, its petals wrinkled but unbroken, eternized a name that was now engraved on a tombstone. Her heart of glass embraced it, though twas brittle and cracked, sealing the rose in an everlasting longing. 

As she danced away her grief, the pain-bearer caught her in surprise, handing her a vibrant scarlet flower. Its soft yet toxifying petals touched her skin. Its scent fumed in, turning into a suffocating smoke of vengeance that filled up her lungs. The thorns pierced through her delicate fingers, digging on painful memories mthat had been long buried. 

Vengeance emerged with its pendant of agony to be wrapped around her neck, making her the ruler to its realm. And he, his love, had ironically fallen into the cliff of her resentment.All Rights Reserved

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