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so in the darkness of a mind, with insecurity and self hatred combined, a disease is born, with dead roses for a body, and lips of sharp thorns. it's kisses are sweet, the pain makes one weak. a sadist unfolds, with a story unfold. they come bearing this body, of dead roses and thorns. though they're awfully good at hiding their horns.
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