Blue Rose 💙

Blue Rose 💙

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Random inspiration. This is my refuge to the outside world. This is me writing what I cant say. This is me finally letting it all out. "Because we're all similiar to roses...We hide ourselves between thorns and don't let anyone close enough to see our real beauty. And if we let them in, enough to see our soul, they would be so ripped apart from our thorns that they wouldn't notice the beauty and care anymore.... And just like everyone else my soul is similiar to a rose.. a blue rose. Rare, magnificent, gorgeously beatiful, unique and fragile. But the ones that try to see that, end up being ripped apart by my thorns."
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