The Only Red Rose I have.
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Last published Thu, Apr 9, 2015
I'm going to make an attempt to make a little story I guess. It's a thanking story to my mom who died 2 years ago because of cancer. I'm not making this for feels so I would get lots of readers. No. My mom used to write stories. And with this story I want to thank her for being the greatest mom I ever had. I'm new so don't judge. Shoutout to NahJustFanFics (BlueFallen) btw. She is a great writer. Because I had depression problems. And I found out in her backstory that she wrote.. She is still fighting against depression. I reccomand you to read her stories. They're all great. Or at least read her background story. If you actually read this till the end, thank you. I appreciate that! ^~^
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