A Tale of Flowers
A Rose and a Dahlia once grew from the same ground.

The Blackened Rose
Once upon a time, a young girl experienced something terrible.
Something she could not bear.
She was made into a Rose.
And that Rose was blackened.
The rose's Thorn
But that Rose was not content being a mere flower.
It wished to be something more.
And so, the Rose extended her thorns.


Wherever Thorns May Grow
And the girl conquered those who had made her a rose. She became what she desired, a beautiful dahlia.
But the thorns still lived within her.
She hid them away.
She buried them deep inside
So no one would see.
But the thorns grow.
The thorns still remember.
The thorns long to be a Rose once more
What a Tragedy
This message is not for the faint of hearts.
You've found this by no mere accident.
You know my story.
__RELEASE ME__
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