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Comments about Rose Summers
Here is a rage with out reason
And an anger that haunts my every season
Summer and winter, cold and the same
The thoughts that have boiled in fury's flame
How can I speak when burns n blisters rise from the skin?
Must suffer in silence to get rid of the sin
Human touch is like a bite to the flesh
Scared it will open old wounds bloody n fresh
The deeper you go the more harm you will do
So here's my gut instinct- I wont let you