Our texts are just like flowers,
You're always handing me one.
Some are lovely , precious,and lasting,
While others are sharp, unwanted and hurting.
My heart accepts both ignoring what they feel like. I always pick them.
But I'm asking you right now can't you give me only soft ones?
Cause there's no more space in my heart for the sharp ones.
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