In a vast Universe where Stories are present all over and just float in the skies with words and Morals, I'm a person who just compiles them into Tale and Rewrites them.
Why does she kill me every day
and leave me behind does rose bushes
Is it to smell her or get blood from the thorns?
Can't she be so cruel?
If she was I would be happy
As my soul would be with her.
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