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Thorns
I gave you a flower on the day that you said you would be mine.

I cut off all the thorns as to not hurt you.

The flower was my heart and the thorns are what protected it from harm.

I gave my all to you.

Yet you left me.

You took my flower and replaced it with sharper thorns.

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