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The red represented love, but the kind I wasn't capable of giving to her. These roses were given with pure affection and sacrifice, from the heart of an individual that had always remained in her beloved dreams. Desperately I wanted that to be me, but I had exceeded the knowledge that I would never have the accessibility to enter the deeper picture into her life. For my roses would be handed down with thorns. And with every prick, a drop of blood fell.