Rose
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rose. She was delicate. She was soft. She was kind. they called her rose. I don't think that was her real name but everything about her screamed rose. delicate, soft, kind and pretty. She had the thorns, she had the sweetness. She didn't know who she was but I did, I saw her. She had elegance to her which captured me. Her smile was beautiful, her laugh was beautiful, she herself was beautiful. I had loved her and she had no idea.
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Whenever I think of her, it feels like...Rose..and thorns at the same time.

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