"Flower, for my lady." He hands me a black rose.
It was beautiful.
He wasn't.
Grabbing my hand, twirling me.
He was drunk.
"Your face gives me chills." He said.
Then he punched me.
I hold back tears.
I need to blossom like a flower.
For Dad.
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
