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This labyrinth, puzzling, and beautiful.
These walls, made of limestone, cage me inside.
Vines trickling down their hard surface.
Every spring, the roses sprout.
I am their gardener, the caretaker.
My roses, more than life itself, I love you.
I am the wall that holds you.
Keeping you strong.
If only it did not end this way...
I cannot escape, for that, I cannot forgive.
My lovely roses, my warden.
I end my life...
Just for you...
My lovely roses... In my maze...
I cannot keep you, my loves.
I will no longer show mercy.
Too long I've been here.
So goodbye... My roses... My labyrinth.