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I have a red rose that I really love. I adore her so much that I can’t help but want to protect her from the harmful things outside in the world. I try so hard to keep her from the dangers. From my perspective, I was protecting her because I felt I had become her barrier, with swords in my palms, trying to keep her inside. But when I hear her narrate about what life was like when she had... I was the villain who locked her up in a. age with wires in it. I’m the danger that she wants to escape from.
