You
A rose of thorns
So fragile and beautiful, so deadly and painful
A pleasure to have, a struggle to take
In order to have the privilage, you have to have the strength
The strength to hold beauty while its thorns cut you deep
A thorn, a lie, a fight, a battle
You
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