rose

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She cries for she is beautiful
Like every rose
She is only picked for beauty
Never having a chance to grow
She swallow her pain
Tells everyone she is fine

      For she cannot bare to let anyone in
    They will never understand her
She tells herself " this is for the best "
Being alone is better then having to pretend
To be something your not.

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