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d e a r  r o s e  ,

i asked your mom what happened to you.

she just led me to your room.

there you hung, from a rope that we had decorated your room with back in the day. now that i think about it, it wasn't the prettiest decoration, and now, i despised it.

you were wearing a white sundress from urban outfitters. i picked it for you.

and i couldn't look at you anymore, you were just so unhappy. i’d hoped that you would be happy once the pain was gone, but your lips curled into a frown.

so i grabbed a letter from your desk that had my name on it, and scrambled from your room.

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