Her steams were tall
She was the prettiest flower ever
One day someone walked over her beautiful body
Battered her and abused her
Till she was left with her thorns slightly torn
And her rose petals down to a nub
For she was actually a normal girl
That was seen as a flower to all
But one day someone forgot to water her
And now she's withering and dying
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Breathe
PoetryHelp, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch, I have lost my...
