Rose Petals Fall
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||||||Deadass this was written in May 2016 and nothing has been edited but I thought it was funny as hell so I'm publishing it now. I might continue it bc it's so freaking funny but honestly iconic. But gd I wrote some manipulative ass characters.|||||
You grew up with Mark and Sean. They were your best friends.
Mark, the rough, tough orphan. You both bonded with being tough, and loving the same things.
Sean, the sensitive one. He was there when you needed him and took care of you when you were sick.
Both of these boys were your shoulders to cry on. They were there when anything went wrong.
Not seeing them for 10 years, man, they really did change.
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