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She, Were bright, and watered, With the benevolent adoration She blooms, unwithered. But only at first. Then she were glued, To an unrealistic standard. Of beauty, Of what she will become. Of other people, To other people, With other people.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
The Withered Rose
She, Were bright, and watered, With the benevolent adoration She blooms, unwithered. But only at first. Then she were glued, To an unrealistic standard. Of beauty, Of what she will become. Of other people, To other people, With other people.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
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