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Monday, October 26, 2009

A dead....dear rose!!!

She gifted me a dead rose yesterday! I was too confused of what to do or say! I kept it but couldn’t ask why, why a DEAD ROSE? I thought I might hurt her.
But she did! She asked,
“Don’t you wanna know why a dead rose…..!!!??”

I nodded!

“My life was already yours. Tonight I just gifted you my afterlif! Keep it safe. In life I was yours and from now on this rose represents that in death too no one can take me away from you! In life and death I am yours, always yours!”

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