Roses
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Approximately 146357 people die every day all around the world. This is a little poem about one of those deaths.
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"Sometimes roses are red because they bleed from their own thorns..." Rose's grandpa had passed away and Rose becomes locked in herself and finds herself mostly on her own. An awkward girl. Her brother is also acting really strange and she finds herself in a deeper hole and alone. Roses are loved right? But why does she feel so dead? *** Note: (VERY simple story but I hope you'll like it!😊)

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