I'm a dying rose.
a rose who cant keep up with her own thoughts
own mind, cant reign control - ownership of my kingdom
my safe sanctuary, garden of wildflowers
grasp and safeguard emotions, weeds sown seeds of
anger, sorrow, despair.
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DeadRose (
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Hang in there...for a moment I thought you were falling in love. Relax. You'll learn your rhythm, and when you do you will begin to learn how to keep living since what you're tasting now is only the beginning. Lovely despite it's angst. Thank you for sharing.
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