Those two blades were ready to take me off the bush

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I'm just like a rose with thorns,
I try to protect myself but I get cut off the bush
I have my thorns but one by one they get picked off .
Each one comes back, going into me, slowly.
I make no noise of pain, I show no pain
I have to be pretty to them, to be a perfect shade of red for them.
but inside I scream for them to stop
I plead with myself to stop.
putting my thorns into my stem.
It already hurts that they
Death was inevitable right from the start.
cut me off my bush.
Just lay me down on the ground in front of you before you pick off my petals too
You've already taken enough from me
I feel used, the cut still hurts from those blades.
You're just going to throw me away
Anyways.
What were you thinking? You only wanted me for my looks, didn't you?
I've always had no purpose here on this
Dying planet.
I'll say my goodbyes, good nights, wishes of love one day.
One day.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 06, 2018 ⏰

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