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The Rosebud
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Depression/Suicide/Etc. Closed up, to protect from pain
Expecting to open up and show it’s heart
Lavishly quenched with the morning rain
But the bud just won’t pull apart
Blushing red velvety petals
Thorns ready to draw the blood
Soaking up water in the soil it settles
But nothing will unfold the bud
Roses around are opening up
Intoxicated by the sun
Drinking intensely from Mother Earth’s cup
Generously indulging until they’re done
One little outcast in the bouquet
Is gradually drooping down
It’s life is quickly slipping away
The petals are dehydrated and brown
Taking a second look at this bud
One would have to remember
She lived her life like the other ones
But her petals were confined forever
She had thorns to protect her stem
She was just as beautiful as any other rose
But to her heart she was condemned
To protect it, and remain enclosed -
