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 The Life Of A Fallin Rose

Here I am once more , trying so hard to let you in and not close the door.
I can't complain since I choose to enter this game. Tormented by loneliness,parts
of the past I miss. I don't need to be freed but this seed of belonging has died.
You don't even notice me crying inside. I need someone to understand, who will do
more than just hold my hand. I'm so much more than a pretty thing that can
withstand. Your pity I never desire, I just wish to reignite the fire.
A promise from me and so I stand, hidden away and holding your hand. I should
be grateful for such tollerant freedoms, but the lackluster has made me almost
hateful.To carry on this path the strength I will muster. Wrath and passions
burried deep inside,in this safety and security I will hide.
My honesty I've never betrayed,to find rest I've always stayed well within
sight, never chasing a mysterious light. Somehow I've stopped racing ahead, now
we're living like the dead. I suppose this is how it's gotta be, but why I just
can't see. I'm just so damn tierd of hiding the real me.

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