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Beauty
Beauty is a curse the rose knows well
Always picked first
Yet never a chance to grow
You picked my petals thinking I was a wall flower not knowing I'm a rose with thorns
If every time you picked,
and thought you would be loved
Only to be left.
Would you not develop thorns too??
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Always picked first
Yet never a chance to grow
You picked my petals thinking I was a wall flower not knowing I'm a rose with thorns
If every time you picked,
and thought you would be loved
Only to be left.
Would you not develop thorns too??
© All Rights Reserved
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