The Trapped

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11.09.16 // 7:02 a.m.

"You are my Rose. My only Rose."

She lays sprawled out, cold and unconscious on the dirty cement floor. Her curls drape over her shoulders, hiding her beautiful face.

"You make me happy when skies are grey."

Her back is torn, slashed with red marks that painted across her delicate skin like an artist would do to a blank canvas.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you."

Her eyes are closed, she is barely breathing. Her petals are falling off one by one, her stem is shriveling up.

"So please don't take my Rose away."

Her breathing stops.

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