- [ ] He knew she was a rose,
But he still picked her.
Then he hurt and cut himself
Because of her thorn,
While she started to spreading her scent and shade of beauty.
Little did she know.. She'll die later.
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PoetrySome of us was born to be a writer, and some other was to be a reader. But there's always someone that can manage two, to be a writer and a reader.. even though of their own stories, of their own words. And here's my words. • amazing cover by @ydhnu...
