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Bloody Rose
I picked for you a rose once white. Now red its covered in my blood from my chest. For I tried to give you my heart, but failed from the pain. Still though I stood upon my feet to fight. Against the hurt I tried my best. Trying not to let the existence of it remain. Behind me I bled a trail of love. To get to you for you could recieve this rose. A rose that comes from the deepest just of my heart. I take this pain just long enough to shuv. To push on for you could love me and oppose. As though my final gift has been given I leave all my love in it to forever be a part. For you are forever my love and my love is forever a part of you.
