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He was the red rose that turned black and slowly fell apart. But his thorns remained. So that he couldn't be held by anyone who attempted to touch him.
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He was the red rose that turned black and slowly fell apart. But his thorns remained. So that he couldn't be held by anyone who attempted to touch him.
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