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Internal Battles
Rose of red,You bleed.Pushed down to your,Knees.A battle,Against wind.Against the forces,That pull.Afraid to be picked,Misplaced from the crowd.Afraid to be taken,From the greenery shroud.Soft petals
Rose of red,You bleed.Pushed down to your,Knees.A battle,Against wind.Against the forces,That pull.Afraid to be picked,Misplaced from the crowd.Afraid to be taken,From the greenery shroud.Soft petals