Dead roses

As I smell the rose so dear to my heart I think of how special life can be when there’s someone who cares about you. I think how great it feels to make someone smile. Also I respect the fact that like the rose someone’s love toward you can wilt and whither away if not watered. nevertheless there is always something there…a dry wilted rose…a broken heart.
you’ve seen things i’ve never seen. I’m so sweet and you’re so mean. Whatever you call this-it’s happening so please don’t ignore a breathing being

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Loved how you idolise rose :rose: for this feeling…keep writing… would love to read more!

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Well expressed, great going…