She started off so bright and red
Never sad or full if dread
She started off so alive and happy
But then became sad dead and sappy
She started off standing tall
But ended up taped to a wall
She started off thinking dying was a scary fact
But then realised it she had a pact (with herself)
She once never let people pluck her
But then she let them take her petals until she was just a stem
She dreamed of dying
But she died a slow painful death
No water, no food and she choked herself
But not only do you wonder, how could a rose do such a thing?
And then you realise
She wasnt a rose
She
Was
A
Real
Girl
Living
In
Her
Death.
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