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I was the rose
My gestures of care fueled your ego

They were supposed to make you love me
Accept my highest low
When I was purely made from a one single flaw
Which was longing to you and never letting go

My gestures of care were wasted
Like falling petals on the land of unkindness
But little did you know?

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