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How much is it worth it?
Dark red roses, yet vibrant to my eyes, lock my attention.
Blinded of everything but the roses.
It's irresistible to keep myself from picking it off its roots and capture its addicting scent.
Even as the thorns bite me and blood runs down my fingers, the beauty distorts the pain.
I become attached
Water it every day
Still that's not enough apparently.....
The petals lower their heads in disappointment and run out of pigment
What could I do?
Should I get another rose?
Or was this bound to happen.
I am probably going to shatter my hopes again.
Why would I risk that possibility again?
Is it worth it........
Blinded of everything but the roses.
It's irresistible to keep myself from picking it off its roots and capture its addicting scent.
Even as the thorns bite me and blood runs down my fingers, the beauty distorts the pain.
I become attached
Water it every day
Still that's not enough apparently.....
The petals lower their heads in disappointment and run out of pigment
What could I do?
Should I get another rose?
Or was this bound to happen.
I am probably going to shatter my hopes again.
Why would I risk that possibility again?
Is it worth it........
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