I grew up in a world, the same one as you.
But I lived with my hearing selective.
My voices hushed;
And I silenced cries with roses instead of my sympathy.
I grew up soulless, no humanity, as did you.
Our bodies were simply just caskets,
where we buried our pure intentions.
An empty dwelling where "the rights" and "the wrongs", echoed in unison.
And in the world I grew up in, with starry nights like yours.
Being as divine as a rose was just as wicked as the thorns it grew on.
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Some Shit She Said .
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