My rose is not just a plant you know, it is a life, rich, sweet, and wholesome, but also poisonous, deadly, and unpredictable.
My child is not a simple child, my rose, but the beauty of its petals define its seductive nature, but the thorns are what maintain its perceptive desires.
My child, my rose, her petals, her thorns...
You want her...
You must embrace ALL of her...
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