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My rose stands tall,
Stands strong,
Stands proud.
It is my beauty,
My dignity,
My sorrow.
My rose
Is myself.
Thorns protect it
As I protect myself.
We are safe
But not for long.
We are weak.
We are vulnerable.
As I lay there crying
My rose is bleeding.
As I lay there hurting
My rose is healing.
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