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Blackest Rose
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Poetry I'm alone, so alone in this all.
The ashes are all around,
This beautiful garden has burnt down.
The sun doesn't shine and the cuts hurt all the time.
I'm not special, nor unique.
I'm defiled and weak.
Nothing can stop me now,
I'm the better one.
Nothing can stop me now,
I'm the chosen one.
I'm the perfect infection, revived in the flames.
The blackest rose in the garden of Eden,
God's own fucking hand could never put me down.
