People see the thorns
and call people difficult.
But nobody asks
why they had to grow thorns
over the softest pulp…
Maybe, just to survive—
one more season
under someone else’s sun?
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Sometimes you just have to tell them.
You've crossed the line
My defences are up.
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