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A beaten Rose


Roses wont stop wilting underneath the sun.

There are things in life that never end, and unfortunately some things never start.

A window can be closed but it wont matter if the glass is shattered. 

A stapler is meant to staple things together but you insist on pulling things apart. 

The dirt underneath your feet is soothing compared to the dirt on your hands.

Should I forgive.... Probably.

But if your heart was like mine where its blue, beaten, and bruised..

Would you forgive me too. 

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