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a rose
love is like a rose
eventually it dies
the days go by
as that rose
lies there and withers away
to nothing
our love slowly fading
along with that rose
its rooted with the
lies and uncertainties
you told me
the delicate rose
can only take so much
till you finally kill it off
then a new one seeds
and blooms
to make a new found love
only to start all over
once again
im like this rose
theres only so much
hurt i can take
till i simply give up
and stop trying
