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And even roses, they get crushed. By wicked motive we still trust. No matter what I try; these thorns. You always pass my garden by. Alas, let me mourn.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
Even Roses
And even roses, they get crushed. By wicked motive we still trust. No matter what I try; these thorns. You always pass my garden by. Alas, let me mourn.
#love#leaveme#rose#sadness#broken
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23/F/TX
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
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