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Dec 2015
She sat alone
hair covered her blue, blue eyes
she stared out into the dark
like she could see something
that no one else could see.
with each step forward, another petal
fell
from her rose.
Fucking tired
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Fucking tired  F/hell
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     Rose, Maple Mathers and Fucking tired
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