Roses are red

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Roses are red

is living a life through friends really living

you couldnt please yourself so you just kept giving

but it wasnt really a ife at all

holding on, afraid to fall

at one point she had it all

but it ended with just one call

her mother sobbing desperately

it wasnt meant to be

hospital beds so cold and avoided

she wanted so badly to hold on, everything was morbid

she lost all hope when they said terminal

so she poured her heart out, a letter in her journal

the time has come and she's no longer scared

but its hard to let go of the memories you've shared

she has come to grips with her fate

but you got her letter two days too late

"roses are red

violet are blue

by the time this has been read

i will be watching over you" 

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