my garden of roses remains red, while yours are now dead. what a shame that you depended everything on me, so i let your garden be devoured by the weeds.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
my garden of roses remains red, while yours are now dead. what a shame that you depended everything on me, so i let your garden be devoured by the weeds.
what is mine is mine, and whatever is yours is yours.
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