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nd recently read minutes ago— that he can still recall her last moments after she gave birth to me. He declared that it was indeed haunting to a person even

y second name. He told me that the name was derived from a Japanese flow

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cause, despite my mixed races, my Irish side is still dominant. I don’t know but I kind of have this

kind of has chemistry t

common to African surnames. Wait ‘till you hear my

ame is pretty much well-c

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rn from two different races and cultures, naming is one of their cha

been thinking, let me

born as Visenna

name but it’s pronounced as Kee-va. It’s actually a very

use he was one of the lucky ones who married a westerner. I

ng me in a much more unique way. He said that I should have a monike

ther, my uncle, and our neighbor Thalia Turner unintentionally called

of my real name. It kind of gives me this enthusiastic vibe when they call me Blood Rose. I also have this feeling that I feel unique in this world since a blood rose is very rare. Red roses, yes. But Blood Ros

ty to anyone who consumes it. My father also stated in his diary that its petals’ are redder and more vibrant than the reddes

is rose in ancient times to prolong the elites’ existenc

assed from generation to generation, legends eventually became stories—a work

powers of the Blood Tanzanian Rose—with an immense

nickname since I am an aspiring psychologist and I most

his is it for now

midst of Sunday morning when the sun

or my English essay that’s to be passed tomorrow. You

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