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too many roses in this foul garden,
i'm the one with no thorns,
yet, you still ponder.
retrace the thoughts of us together,
let them overwhelm you and then push them away,
were you even here to stay?
rose with no thorns for you,
rose with no thorns.
no touch needed to feel you close,
but all of a sudden you complitely go away.
i had a feeling you wouldn't stay.
i'm just thorn.
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Poetrysad poems | mad poems | love poems ❗TRIGGER WARNINGS❗ stockholm syndrome, suicide, death wish, anxiety attack
