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Doubled The Roses


As she walks through to doorway She feels like she's alone There's no one there for her All she wants is to go home. Not like it's any better, But she has to go. Because no one wants her here anymore. She hadn't been there long When they finally lashed out. They took her in the stall And wouldn't let her out. Everyone denied it. So she just fell. But when she got home, she was in a worser hell. Who is this girl in the mirror? Is she weak or is she strong? Surviving is what she had been taught But is it weak of her to keep it up? She holds her books like it's her sheild Plugs her ears like it will help But no one will ever see the scars. She wants to go home but pulls through She tells herself she's not too weak Because she has no strength to double the roses. Oh, she calls herself a girl with a secret strength Waiting for that to surface But she has to face her fears Or else the tears will drown her. She wouldn't make it out alive. But now that she knows she'll never take her life She can live happily. She knows that when she's eighteen she will have a life. And she'll live Because, who would want to double the roses?.
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