You remind of roses,
So beautiful,
So, intoxicating,
You never know what to expect,
I never suspected you to come with thorns,
I was blinded with love,
As the thorns plunged through my skin,
The blood surging through my mouth as I struggled to breathe,
Yet I loved you regardless of all of that,
I wanted to fix you,
Even though I myself needed mending,
In the end I fixed you,
And you forgot all about me.
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