It was the best of times; and it was the worst of times.
I've learned that you never want to put all your eggs into one basket. No matter how well you think you know someone, they will always have the ability to undercut you. So here is to to thinking you know a girl, and then finding out she is someone else entirely. You can throw the red roses away, they didn't mean shit to you anyways. I hope that a protruding thorn finds its way into your wrist and leaves you bleeding red. (Much like you discarded the one thing you said you wouldn't)
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