I am an oak tree who stands so tall
Thick branches with room to grow.
My leaves slowly falling
You chopped me down.
I try and regrow
You take my leaves and tore me from my roots
Sabotaged as I sellotaped my leaves
I give no more
My branches now lined with thorns
A rotting coposted excuse
Left till winter
Im Understanding I'm no longer held
I'm no longer froze
I'm becoming a rose
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Author:
ayesha (
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- Category: Reflection
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