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in order to bloom, the pain must wither away
the affliction that surrounds me spreads towards you
im not perfect and you're left with the one who doesn't know how to love you the way you should be loved.
In a world like this, you're either a rose or the hand that holds it.
And as for us, you were the hand that held me.
with the pain among the thorns, you were the hand that never let go
in a perfect world, everything would be okay
and until we find our perfect world, all parts of me must wither away
the saturn to my pluto
sincerely,
your favorite star of them all
aster
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a piece by
—sweeteasaint