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Rose

by jacksisamonster

A rose may be a symbol for one's love for another, but one does not realize that death for a rose comes sooner than expected..much like love. But if it is real love, one can not help but wonder how their love may die. Hopeless romantics fail to understand, to really grasp the meaning that nothing is for certain. Nothing lasts forever. Not a rose and most definitely not love.
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jacksisamonster

Jackie. I dare you to jump inside this wicked mind of mine. It's one hell of a ride.

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SarahEarth
<p>I like it ...but you must understand, even though what you say is true, evevn you must realize that love can be so strong as to conquer you, for if you really work at a love and purse it to its end then it becomes immortal, but only then!</p>

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