Her Name Was Rose
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MaduroConcluída sáb, jan 28, 201725m
Dealing with a death isn't easy. I should know. No one understood why I was so obsessed, but the truth was, I didnt really have an explanation. At this point the only the only word running through my head was reincarnation, but that's just a word, right?
Her name was Rose. She was the love of my life, and she meant the world to me. She knew how I felt, but she never went further than friends because she could only love me like a brother, yet I didn't care. As long as she was with me, I was happy. So why did she have to leave?
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