{Bargaining}
May I offer diamond and gold,
in order to reclaim my rose?
For I am nothing, but a broken soul.
You have elicited the grounds for my breaking point.
This moment was taken without sober consent,
can I take back what was stolen?
The thief within my thighs,
oh how I wished I could die.
And as I lay there to rest,
red roses fills my casket.
And as I am memorized,
may my thorns reveal the truth.Xoxo, Tessa'LaBelle
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