a month ago you told me I was beautiful and confessed your love for me
today I saw you look at a rose,
you called it beautiful before breaking its strong stems and pulling it apart from all the other roses,
maybe it's starting to make sense now.
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Depression and Suicide Quotes and Poems, Book 2!
PoetryBook number one is found on my profile if you'd like to read it before you read this one (highly suggested).
