A Rose is Still a Rose Even When It Makes You Bleed......
I used to believe in fairytales, love, and happiness ....but thats bullshit
I used to imagine loving someone sooo much that happiness would spill over on to everything in my life, my family, my friends, it would be fun, freaky, and id be free to be little old me, but thats bullshit....
Trying different avenues to find love well thats bullshit.....I am who I am and I dont want to be forced to change my cool nature, my hope for my future and that innocent view on minding my own damn business....for nobody.....I look at the beauty of the rose....its brightest when its still growing.. the smell is so unique...till you pick it.....you change its elements....you kill it cause you dont know how to love it....you pick it and the thorn makes you bleed...but to you its still a Rose...
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