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Oct 2019
You fell into my roots willingly;
In the summer haze my flora shone effervescently,
But winter came, my pink petals died
And without your rose tinted view,
You saw my roots for what they were,
Scars of what I was going through,
You fell too deep, and I couldn't save you.
Written by
Janal Rajput  21/M/Birmingham, England
(21/M/Birmingham, England)   
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     ---, Bogdan Dragos and Carmen Jane
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