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Join Date: May 2013
Location: MI
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I find It kinda odd, that this rose grew thorns
When before I had a softspot like newborns was sweet then bitter I can't taste no more guess all roses wither, then litter the floor At my door, a single pretty white rose laid U gave me white cuz u said reds just too plain Pain dissapated and became somethin better Still Remember the night u gave me your sweater Genuine gestures began to relieve the pressures Of wearin a mask to please my other half Wish I kept it on and gave the flower back Now I can't move on the sweaters on the rack Glass heart shattered when I fell for you Can't believe I really felt for you.. Really dealt with you... Not regretful cuz what's done is done Now I got another rose hope it gets some sun |
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