Red Roses

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The red roses,
Are so eye catching.
Each petals,
Smooth between my fingers.

Want to give me a smile,
So I can laugh.
Want to lessen my pain,
So I feel free.

I know,
You have good intentions.
I know,
You meant no harm.

Sometimes the help,
Does not help.
The good,
Can cause bad.

The sharp thorns,
Hurt's my skin.
The many roses,
Drowning me more.

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