A weed,
Brought up as a flower
Knowing nothing of it's origins
Just as a flower
Shamed to the depths
Of the weed...
A bold and crippling infection
Of perfection and imperfection
Living life blindly,
Tilling the soil,
Growing exactly the same,
Unaware of the truth.
Brought up as a flower
Knowing nothing of it's origins
Just as a flower
Shamed to the depths
Of the weed...
A bold and crippling infection
Of perfection and imperfection
Living life blindly,
Tilling the soil,
Growing exactly the same,
Unaware of the truth.
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