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They called you dangerous for surviving.
This is the poem that proves them right.
A black rose, grown around pure white tulips, formed cruelty, blooming with thorns, starlight, and defiance. Too radiant to cage, too lethal to touch without consequence.
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They broke you until you learned to shine with teeth.
They wanted obedience.
They grew a monster wrapped in beauty instead.