There were two roses beside me on that day.
As calamity was one sort of curse.
One dies as a result of that.
So I embrace the other till now.
But the Devil was cruel and twisted.
And so I lose the other.
Pain struck me inside, like vines with thorns cut my every flesh.
Such agony.
As a simpleton won't know the meaning of being left alone.
For loneliness was like a suicide, and so I killed myself.
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