I may not be a beautiful blooming flower with blood red petals,
But because of that I'll be allowed to live how I want,
Few pick the broken,
Many pick the beautiful only to watch them die.
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Beautiful Disaster.
PoetryA life in a garden sure is pretty the roses with more than one way to kill and lilies that remind you of the past. A garden is gorgeous as long as it's cared for. if your mind and body were a garden, would it a magnificent garden or a secret space f...
