All I have now are a bunch of roses, but even they fade away.
Everyone mourns for you, but all i do is deny it, hiding myself in the shadows so i cant face the truth.
These roses remind me of you:
Beautiful
Dangerous
Delicate
But now you are nowhere. I hope youre somewhere better, nicer than this hell covered in thorns.....But I just want you back. To hear your laugh, to see you smile. I wonder if all I've ever known of you was a lie, a cruel mask. Maybe I've never seen the real you until you weren't you anymore
I dedicate these roses to you, knowing that whatever has happened to you, you'll be happier there, without this lie of a world.
I still miss you, but I hope youre better. Happier.
I now find these thorns beautiful, like you.
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