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Who I am not
Tuesday, 11 September 2007 09:45 pmThere are no roses here.
I am not a flower. I am a thorn.
The petals you see are paper; I cut them myself, jagged and uneven, because being unbeautiful doesn't mean hating beauty.
It just means
having none.
But sometimes I make myself pretty petals and pretend.
No one touches me. No one hugs a thorn; it's too dangerous.
I am not a flower. I am a thorn.
The petals you see are paper; I cut them myself, jagged and uneven, because being unbeautiful doesn't mean hating beauty.
It just means
having none.
But sometimes I make myself pretty petals and pretend.
No one touches me. No one hugs a thorn; it's too dangerous.