This story is based on fiction. Everything is imaginary.
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This is my idea, I did not steal it from anyone. If ever there are parts in the story that has the same scenario to others, it would be coincidental.
English is not my first language, spelling, or grammar errors will be found ahead.
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Hiding my face with a mask
When am I going to tell you?
Beneath those lies
I can't tell you
It's too painful
Like the thorns on those red roses
A castle garden
I see you from afar
Wish I could approach you
Without a disguise
Can I take the mask off to go and meet you?
I still want you...
Passion, true love, romance and desire.
Promise, new beginnings, and hope. Its thorns represent defense, physicality, loss, thoughtlessness.