Its the pain that hurts, but nobody sees. Those thorns so sharp but hidden by the rose. Beauty of eyes open so wide but pools of block blooms from within. Tainted by another, a former love. But the key of trust thrown back in my face. Love the thorns. Take the key. Embrace the black. That's the only way to love what's true. Cut me open, cut me deep. Find remorse in the hurt you seek. Times running short to fix the past. Maybe one day you'll find a remedy that lasts
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