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A sole blue rose surrounded by darkness. Slowly the weeds creep in, Sucking life away. The rose begins to wither and wilt, It's petals begin to tilt. It is dying. Something so beautiful is torn apart, Petal by Petal. The rose holds on, but it is no use. It is covered in rips and tears. The weeds are winning. It is dying. The weeds are now gone. The rose remains, Petals pale and full of scars. It has survived, But not alone. The rose is alive, It has survived. Soon the rose is healing, It's scars slowly disappearing Someone had helped it, Despite it's sad state. Now it will live, A friend by its side. Love has healed it. One day the rose w

Introduction    Arthur lived as a pauper in London, England for all his sixteen years. His life was a very sad one indeed, for his home was very small for him and his family, which consisted of his parents and his two sisters. They were barely making it by as it was; they couldn't afford much food and what they could was a very small amount.    Alice, the older of his two sisters, was very ill. They didn't know if she could make it through the winter that was fast approaching. She had this illness for a few years now, but she was continueing to only get worse. Without medical care she wouldn't live much longer, even if she made it through