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Here I am alone again thinking of a single rose that bleeds; for I am suffering with this pain that grows like weeds. There's something going on insid..
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The reflection in this cracked mirror shows only two; my essence, my soul; it's also true. My soul is tainted, my essence is numb; my dreams grew dark..
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My dreams are broken; these words are forever unspoken. I know not who I am; I know I am a rose without a stem; a black rose that bleeds red; my heart..
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