Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Chel is mine,
Now go away, shoo.
Speaking on the phone with her.................... Hearing a sad voice whisper through the phone as she sat by the stairwell sobbing, trying not to he seen or heard. That was yesterday...
Love is self-sacrifice. Heartfelt sadness then spreads.
I love you. Don't cry anymore.
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