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[tymesstandin]

Your mind is formed like a flower
once was withered and weak
now has formed a false coat from the may shower
you hide so many tears;oblique
watching you closly
waiting for a break
but yet you still grow fake
you still hide the tears
you grew out of the concrete
but that false coat of yours
it left you thinking
it left you believing
it left you wishing
that you were more the a rose from the concrete
that you were from the nusery
or from the park
but i pick you
and i take care of you
but your damn thorns prick me
and your vines wrap around me
suffocating the life from me
and you move back down to your concrete world
to live the lie
you fake colored rose