Rose
I am a rose
You will watch me grow
Bloom
And wilt
I'll do this again, and again, and again
You choose to pick me, but I'll hurt you with my thorns
Yet, I still want to be cared for and nurtured, though it will not be easy to love something so dangerous
Even though you know I have the power to betray you
You chose to stay and watch me
Grow
Bloom
and wilt
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