You gave me a bouquet of roses made of colored papers. Some say it's 'A' for effort, some says you can't afford to buy a bouquet of real roses. But how come, someone like you gave me a real definition of how I see myself? Just like the paper roses you gave me, I'm pretty on the outside but in reality, what you see and think of me are my made up version of myself. CTTO of the PHOTO
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