Inside of Me
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Life is tough So I look for my rose When I find my rose I find love, life, and My every reason to be What’s inside of me |
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Giving Up
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Life will end, rose will die. Thorns unhappy whither away. losing our happiness, losing confidence, trying to be best, never succeeding Life is dreary, we say, so everyday we slowly whither away. Whither away into the sand. Hoping for happiness, still not succeeding We gave up.. The most dreadful thing in the world. We gave up.. We have decided life was too terrible. The most important thing, out the door We gave up..... |
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I am...
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I am a dull rose with all its thorns. A certain beauty growing inside of me. Wanting to get through the thorns. Never giving up, Always striving. A certain beauty waiting to shine through. I feel it, but don’t live it. Trying to be whats not inside of me. But the certain beauty won’t give up. Growing older, the beauty shines through more and more. My life gets happier. I am what I want to be. More friends than I need, but every single one dear to me. Now I realize, I am a rose with beauty and thorns. |
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The rose...
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The rose knows not where to go, or what to see. Scared of change, but changes rapidly. It knows not what to love, so loves everyone. Blooms with life, and grows great beauty. Cheers this world, tries to make life peaceful. But the cruel world repels, the rose soon dies. Dies with nothing changed, hoping it could have done more. But what can a rose do to make life better? |
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