- 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 , 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.
'Roses gnarl over my body as thorns pierce my back.'
𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗟𝗘
It felt like a storm, memories thundered through my head. She was singing to me, I could hear her. I wanted to reach out, provide some sort of consolation, to get up.
And then it flashed.
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