Broken: I Should Stop

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Your words stabbed me like fire,
It stings but I want to feel-
The truth that you brought.

I know I'm not a flower-
That will bloom in the midst of summer,
But you slapped me and told me I can't grow even in a lovely winter.

I'm not a star that will shine,
And look down on you-
Because I will never twinkle and smile at the top.

I will always have the worst poem-
Minding that I'm not good
that I should stop.

-roseesesch

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