Like a rose among the torns...
Never get to see what's over the hedge
Unable to grow out of this pricking thoughts...

Let me wither away...
Than to be a beauty, unseen
Priceless petals... fall away
There is nothing left but an ugly scene

~In the early summer, i was budding,
You should have seen me spreading my wings
Getting my first sight of the sun...
I made it, on my own...
Sad enough... I never wished
To be born on wrong soil~

Console me, was only the grinning thorns...
Sat my life on the edge,
I'd rather be uprooted...
Place me in a deeper pit...

~winter is arriving, the thorns all
cuddle up round me... One by one,
piercing into me... What life i have
Has been taken from me... That moment,
I forgot what it is like to breathe...~

I hate my life...

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