Trapped in a house
That is not full of roses
I take my depression
In daily doses
But the beauty of a rose
Never falls on its feet
Do we ever have a say
In the fate that we meet?
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2024 15:55
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