Dying Roses

I fell into the depths of a lava infested pit, and it trapped me there. However, after some time of being alone with my thoughts, she saved me, even although she was the one who had put me there in the first place. She helped me get cleaned up. Everything was going amazing: no troubles, no worries, no darkness. I guess she must have gotten sick of me though, because she replaced me. I was a dying rose and I swore she thought I was beautiful because of it, but I suppose she got sick of looking at death. She bought a new bouquet of roses that are full of life. Now I am trying to pull myself put of the darkness, because I am tired of depending on other people to pull me out.

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