I might be in a tainted position,
But I am holding a bouquet of roses for each season.
Each flower portraying something,
Each petal has a reason.
Maybe notions don't deserve to be notified,
But what if you became vulnerable if you tried.
Insensibility to an extent,
Where tear drops leave my eyes.
As I manifest my uniqueness,
I become more less the person I wanted to be.
Perceptions are what made me endure agony,
But they could even rejuvenate me.
©Blxdtee
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