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My journal, you don't like it, you shouldn't read it.
Sweet is the Scent of the Summer Rose, yet as Sweet as the Rose may Be, it Still has Thorns.
Sweet as the Summer, she was, until she tore my heart in two with the simple words, "like a brother."
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