She is like a rose bush.
Not because she was sweet.
Not because she was everyone's favourite.
But because she looked so beautiful, so beautiful that you just have to pick it.
But when you do, there's the thorns.
Sharp and brittle.
She looks like the sweetest thing that you could love and hold forever.
But the minute you get too close, she'll hurt you.
She is like a rose bush.
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