Thorns.

I know where this leads to, what I’m doing right now.

It leads to the destruction of me and my soul.

Hurting me on its own.

The continuous blabber and the silence which follows.

It leads to hate and makes me sadder.

Chaotic as my life maybe.

It will only look beautiful to you.

But, the rose has thorns too.

Though, thorns were never watered.

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