How many petals will the rose weep?
All that Pain bottled in the Mind...
How many stabs until it's all too much to keep?
Where a Heart once held its Love.
A now Shattered container, gone above.
The Falling Petals Fade,
A Blade one too many times Strayed.
Love is Blind?
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