The Pretty Roses Have Thorns

It had been a month. She avoided that porcelain sink--it would wreak her, her sanity. She avoided it for anything... It was fear. Cracked walls, crumbling floors, falling to an abyss... An oblivion. The silence was both calming and eerie, but HE could come back... Silence, roses, she knows.

Bring this to an end

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