My life, emptier than the void
My days withered away
A flower that's doomed without light
I crumble and fall
My leaves stepped on and crushed to dust
Blowing winds bending my stem
People picking which leaves are the best
Then stomping on me to feel better
A rose only withers without proper nurturing and light
A shame I was a rose born withered and dark
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Author:
haleyalexis (
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Comments1
Nobody should ever ‘ stomp ‘ on a rose , sad writing but well expressed
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