Bed Of Fake Roses

The thorns in my side tho painful to feel, allows for the sting and the blood that must spill.

Through the holes that are left, they’re open and raw, they give truth to the story, no matter how flaw.

Its never accepted or even quite fair, but neither is life, the facts are still clear.

Learned all of the lessons, they’re plenty and pure, I’ve healed all the wounds, I’m strong in my core.

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