a rose is like me.

thorny but dying.

hated by friends.

only loved by family.

lost in the sea of flowers.

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a broken promise friend.

an untrusted companion.

an abandoned rose by the street.

the temperature rise.

the rose is lying there.

hoping someone would water her.

no one did.

she cries to go back to her bush.

that's the only place she's happy.

because when you pluck the rose out.

she is not happy.

only the bush is her only bliss.

the rose waits.

waits for her true friends.

her real friends.

who doesn't stick their thorns to her.

but they never came.

they never helped her home.

they rather not notice her.

how long will this rose stand?

her petalz are drying, withering.

she cries for comfort, for familiarity.

but in the meantime, no one is nice.

no one likes a withering useless, stupid rose.

it's just a dumb rose, so what?

little did they know.

the rose has feelings.

and she's hurt, perhaps by her own thorn.

perhaps by other thorns.

where's the sun for the rose?