I gave you everything you wanted.
My body and my heart could not be anymore granted less the life be drained from me.
You were the lush green vine for which I could hold onto preventing my plunge into the abyss.
Now you are the stem of a rose.
Your thorns destroy me the more I hold on.
Your beauty is only the lure to pain.
As I feared you have attracted another.
My essence is that of a black rose withering away.
I shall retire into solitude.
The abyss of which you have granted me my fate.
Why?
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