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Noone would blame such a flower as you, but I am in no fear of pain. It is only a temporary measure. And I would bleed for the ones I care for, so rather let me feel a moment of pain than see you in it. Let me accept the pain from your blooming flowers and take your own away.
Might I offer you a rose in these trying times?
Though, do be careful of where on her stem you grasp, for she still bears her thorns.
This world is cruel... can you blame her?