By: Kay Kay
Level: 1
(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)
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Never have I forced myself to get such a gorgeous price
So enticing, yet so many nominate me as the most beautiful
Never have I experienced such hatred, jealousy and spite
Yet people wake up one morning to detest an innocent creation, oh so hateful
I’m a flower with gorgeous petals that wither
Because of the thorns in the garden
Thorns that have pierced through my soul
On the branches of a blossomed tree is a beautiful rose
At the foot of a growing tree, withered petals fallen