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by pInKYbOO Aug 6, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
Red fine roses, Simply hung out to dry. Everytime a petal fell, The roses starts to cry. I take my place as a rose, And feel the pain. Everytime my tears, Come falling down You run away, And escape the rain. Written By: Liezl L.
by Tomo Takino
Comparing true beauty to a rose, when yours is simply just the same.