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.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
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.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
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.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.
.Amber Rose Brown. 18. Our fates are like the thorn roses hung against a blacked door. Piercing deep into my heart, so bitter yet full of sweet pain.