Prelude
81 Words
"Shoot him Beth!" It is pouring down raining, and I am in the back in my favorite place. Flowers surround us, different colors and styles. I am beat up and bloody holding a nine-millimeter pistol.
What will I choose?
Rose's are red,
Violets are blue,
How do you pick the one who has truly hurt you?
I always thought when someone inflicts pain and fear on you that it is always harmful. But what do you do when you get the two confused?
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