I wanna make you happy. But I've fallen, I'm sorry. I thought my wings
could hold me up with angels, not demon. You don’t know how cool you are to
find the ways to love me; without shame. I want my life to be red with trees
and like autumn. So sad now we have become like children trapped in a maze. I
wanna make you happy. But I've fallen, I'm sorry.
Goodbye Rose. I'd follow you anywhere. You're my static.
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