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Nov 2019
I am the Rose that
rose from the concrete
I have seen the dark days
But now I bask in the light
They thought I'll never emerge
Now my head's well above ground,
Floating high in the clouds
Try to cut me down and
Watch my Angels put up a fight
Those mighty guardians by my side
Never happen to go out of sight
This is not the Rose that can be trapped
This Rose will always rise.
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
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