A flower for poor Rose, took the hope away. A life full of lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom. The bow breaks and the cradle falls. The ugly seed has been sowed. And as you know, it's gravity that fucks us all, as pieces fall on top of us. You've looked it up and looked it up and just can't deny what you think. Research it all you want. Exam and deduce it
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