I am like a rose
I am like a rose...
So full of so many wondrous beauty.
My thorns seem to be less of a problem for you, so now I'm yours.
I've now been labled as one of your posetions.
So now it is up to you.
Will you cherish me and my beauty and keep me living for as long as possible?
Or will you just admire me from the time being, Until you grow bored and let me rot and die?
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