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by ran
Rated: E · Other · Other · #1129374
an introvert speaks
I tasted fruit that was so sweet
It made my dead heart begin to beat
I found a rose that had some thorns
I looked in the mirror and saw some horns

But when I picked the rose it began to die
When I picked the fruit it began to dry
I searched and I searched for what was wrong
And was devastated to find it was me all along
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