Roses are red Volets are bule yell at me is that all you do you hate me and i hate thats what we'd say every hour every minute of every day I despised you I lothed with all of my heart your harsh and cruel comments tore me apart then one day i found a note on the floor missing clothes, missing shoes a wide open door I dased thourgh the town two stop this cruel fate but when I arived you were gone I two late Roses will die Violets will two u left before i could say I LOVE YOU heart
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