The End
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Last published Sun, Sep 11, 2016
Darkness... That's all I see. Not a person, nor a noise in sight. All I see is black and all I feel is coldness. I didn't know what to expect when I made this choice of mine. I do know that I definitely didn't expect to feel happy, loved, ... Free. But unfortunately I know what's coming... My memories, let's have a look shall we?
Rose lived a hard life, full of sorrow and sadness. That sadness ended with a simple choice, ... Death. Follow rose through a path of old scars being relived and the journey she took leading to her impending death and the love she discovered with it.
Warning: this story is full of sadness and sorrow, and raw emotions of a depressed young girl. Along with inappropriate scenes , depressing topics and bad language! Read at your own risk please.
CAUSE I AINT DEALING WITH COMPLAINTS AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT
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