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He gives her a wilting rose with thorns — Fingers crossed and a wry smile. She suppresses pain and denies truth. She smiles and says, i love you Through a sore palm and bleeding fingers
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
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He gives her a wilting rose with thorns — Fingers crossed and a wry smile. She suppresses pain and denies truth. She smiles and says, i love you Through a sore palm and bleeding fingers
stop accepting the false hope of love in an abusive relationship
kim-elaydo
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
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