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briar rose,
briar rose,
escape me from this hellhole.
stop the world from sleeping
but let it prick its finger
and fufill the dreaded curse
one of revenge,
but none that is yours
only it affects you
and everything you have
how do you sleep peacfully, briar rose?
is is even possible to be so calm?
when all you know is fear and hatred
of the one who caused you harm.
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fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
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