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This was the day she realized that the people she loved didn’t always love her back, sometimes the love they shared for her was different. It wasn’t the love a rose feels for the sun when it blossoms, it was the love the paper had for the flame as it beckoned the sparks closer until it burned to ash.
—  WM
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