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Flowers are killed daily for their beauty
Their skin and petals damaged out of boredom
Yet, why do teens kill themselves because they think they're ugly?
Why do we damage our skin out of sadness?
One out of love, one out of hate
What a sick thought
My roots are seeded in the ground
Yet I cannot see them
The wind passes through my hair
Petals that have long been turned ugly
I wonder when death will come
Who is going to come by and cut off my head?
Flowers are something that everyone knows
And I'm a wilted flower
Decay and life have taken over my lungs
Flowers are still dead when you dress them up
Flowers decapitated
They're more loved then me
The sunlight cloaks me
The warmth inviting
Maybe you'll stick around
Maybe you won't leave like every other flower did
And we can grow together
I'm a blue flower
Your red is like a fire
It's terrifying yet warm
Deadly but inviting
I hope no one takes your flowery head
The pretty ones always get killed
No one will ever listen to a pretty face
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