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Jan 2016
Standing in the middle of thorns
Thorns that are not visible to me
I think of them as roses
Everytime I touch them
My hands bleed
To enjoy the fragrance
I must bleed
To reach my destination
I must fall
For I have to learn how to rise again
For I have to learn how to stand straight
With my hands bleeding
- rs
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- rs  Pakistan
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   Moji K
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