The story began when I came to
my big green place at the first time. It was 2 years ago. I was nothing there
and I got a lot new friends. Before knowing them, I know someone from social
media and I did chat with her everyday. I know her very well. She is a good
girl that I still remember. She had been there a year before I came. All
moments that we have done are inside my head now.
I know that I had wrong way. I
know that I’ll never be forgiven by her although she said that she forgave me.
She is called Rose, a beauty name that I catched from her name. Rose is a popular flower in the world. She is
never be forgetten like a rose in the winter. A thousands flower can’t change
her smile. I don’t know her anymore. I never chat her like I did. I wish the
rose is fine now. I miss you, Rose.
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