Delicate situations bite ass
All i want to do is yell about the injustice
Get others on my side
Telling me i'm right
Not a bitch, just opinionated
That he lied
Cause he was mad
And i refuse to cry
But i must be quiet and demure
For he is always one step ahead and sure
A rose, his true form
Beautiful, sweet to the senses
But when touched wounded you will be
For no matter the skin, his words are sharper still
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