don't fear my dear, for you are a gentle rose with a solid heart that withholds a universal intelligence.
crimson petals that are the creations bestowed upon our home, we owe our gratitude.
but do not be mistaken by the thorn although a part of you. for it will **** right through your sentimentality and your existence is far more than that.
you have bloomed into a garden of grace and ease but your "duplicate" still suffers for their truth. the fault is not at your hands, so pay no heed to the spikes that neighbor you.
rays of mine contribute to heal your internal wounds that could only take so much. but don't fear my dear, for your field shall sprout quite soon.