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thorns

i was sad
and shocked
when she spilled her thoughts on me.
on the outside, she was a flower.
a beautiful rose.
everyone complimented her petals and criticized her thorns,
so she spend all her time hiding her thorns inside of her
so they wouldn't hurt anyone.
but she didn't think of how they would hurt her;
the thorns were sharp and unbearable,
and she chose to suffer in silence.
she thought screaming would disturb their dreams,
so she kept it quiet.
when we tried to help her,
it was too late.
she had already crossed over to the dark side.