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whoknowsreally Lost in the thoughts, found in the words
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There was a rose once...
A poetic short story based on my own life.
Thank you for reading <3
Thank you @hayha for helping me out with this one <333

Rose

There was a rose once.

There was a rose once. The cutest little thing.

There was a rose once. The cutest little thing. Bright, almost white, petals with a yellow tone and orange spots all over them.

Always going against its parents,

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots,

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots, to explore the area.

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots, to explore the area. Never got home without a missing petal or a dirty spot.

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots, to explore the area. Never got home without a missing petal or a dirty spot. That rose was happy,

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots, to explore the area. Never got home without a missing petal or a dirty spot. That rose was happy, it was content.

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots, to explore the area. Never got home without a missing petal or a dirty spot. That rose was happy, it was content. It enjoyed its life,

Always going against its parents, wanting to free their roots, to explore the area. Never got home without a missing petal or a dirty spot. That rose was happy, it was content. It enjoyed its life, day by day.

Smiled at the world with purity.

Smiled at the world with purity. Weeped about the tiniest things because it didn't know any worse.

Smiled at the world with purity. Weeped about the tiniest things because it didn't know any worse. Looked to the outside with bright hope.

Smiled at the world with purity. Weeped about the tiniest things because it didn't know any worse. Looked to the outside with bright hope. Curiously discovering all the wonders of the world.

Once,

Once, there was a rose.

Once, there was a rose. That rose grew from a young rose to a grown one.

Once, there was a rose. That rose grew from a young rose to a grown one. It wouldn't get home with missing petals anymore,

Once, there was a rose. That rose grew from a young rose to a grown one. It wouldn't get home with missing petals anymore, although sometimes still dirty.

Once, there was a rose. That rose grew from a young rose to a grown one. It wouldn't get home with missing petals anymore, although sometimes still dirty. It still smiled at the world,

Once, there was a rose. That rose grew from a young rose to a grown one. It wouldn't get home with missing petals anymore, although sometimes still dirty. It still smiled at the world, but wasn't always sincere doing it.

It didn't weep as much,

It didn't weep as much, however,

It didn't weep as much, however, once it did,

It didn't weep as much, however, once it did, it could never stop.

It didn't weep as much, however, once it did, it could never stop. No matter how much it wanted to,

It didn't weep as much, however, once it did, it could never stop. No matter how much it wanted to, it'd keep weeping until the dark of night.

It didn't weep as much, however, once it did, it could never stop. No matter how much it wanted to, it'd keep weeping until the dark of night. It was still incredibly curious about the world,

It didn't weep as much, however, once it did, it could never stop. No matter how much it wanted to, it'd keep weeping until the dark of night. It was still incredibly curious about the world, but less excited to see it.

You see,

You see, the rose,

You see, the rose, now older,

You see, the rose, now older, had seen more of life.

You see, the rose, now older, had seen more of life. It'd seen more of people.

You see, the rose, now older, had seen more of life. It'd seen more of people. Harsh people.

You see, the rose, now older, had seen more of life. It'd seen more of people. Harsh people. Bullying people.

It'd learned of the scary and the hurtful.

It'd learned of the scary and the hurtful. It'd learned about life outside its trusted environment.

It'd learned of the scary and the hurtful. It'd learned about life outside its trusted environment. It'd been trampled on,

It'd learned of the scary and the hurtful. It'd learned about life outside its trusted environment. It'd been trampled on, thrown away.

B

B E

B E T

B E T R

B E T R A

B E T R A Y

B E T R A Y E

B E T R A Y E D

B E T R A Y E D .

Before it knew,

Before it knew, it was poisoned.

Before it knew, it was poisoned. Silently being consumed,

Before it knew, it was poisoned. Silently being consumed, from the inside-out.

Before it knew, it was poisoned. Silently being consumed, from the inside-out. Its feelings drowned it to the core.

Before it knew, it was poisoned. Silently being consumed, from the inside-out. Its feelings drowned it to the core. Breathing took all it had,

Before it knew, it was poisoned. Silently being consumed, from the inside-out. Its feelings drowned it to the core. Breathing took all it had, and more.

It kept smiling though.

It kept smiling though. It had hope.

It kept smiling though. It had hope. Wasn't there always a light at the end of the tunnel?

Then,

Then, there was a rose.

Then, there was a rose. A much older rose.

Then, there was a rose. A much older rose. A wiser rose.

Then, there was a rose. A much older rose. A wiser rose. It didn't feel that wise though.

Then, there was a rose. A much older rose. A wiser rose. It didn't feel that wise though. Although it had seen lots of the world.

It had learned a lot more about roses,

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in,

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself.

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself. Somehow,

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself. Somehow, it felt more lost than ever.

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself. Somehow, it felt more lost than ever. It felt cast out,

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself. Somehow it felt more lost than ever. It felt cast out, misunderstood.

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself. Somehow it felt more lost than ever. It felt cast out, misunderstood. It felt like a nuisance,

It had learned a lot more about roses, about the world it was left in, about itself. Somehow it felt more lost than ever. It felt cast out, misunderstood. It felt like a nuisance, a weed in the garden it'd rather not acknowledge.

The rose suffered from anxiety,

The rose suffered from anxiety, which washed away its happy thoughts like rain.

The rose suffered from anxiety, which washed away its happy thoughts like rain. Every other rose seemed to have hidden intentions.

The rose suffered from anxiety, which washed away its happy thoughts like rain. Every other rose seemed to have hidden intentions. Sunbathing together was a distant memory engraved in its mind.

It still freed its roots,

It still freed its roots, once in a while.

It still freed its roots, once in a while. However,

It still freed its roots, once in a while. However, it could never enjoy it all like it used to.

It still freed its roots, once in a while. However, it could never enjoy it all like it used to. So,

It still freed its roots, once in a while. However, it could never enjoy it all like it used to. So, it stayed put.

Hidden in the shadows,

Hidden in the shadows, with nothing else but the rose and its demons,

Hidden in the shadows, with nothing else but the rose and its demons, like depression.

Hidden in the shadows, with nothing else but the rose and its demons, like depression. Darkness eating away at it,

Hidden in the shadows, with nothing else but the rose and its demons, like depression. Darkness eating away at it, contaminating the petals it would eventually lose.

Hidden in the shadows, with nothing else but the rose and its demons, like depression. Darkness eating away at it, contaminating the petals it would eventually lose. Its negativity tugging at its roots constantly,

Hidden in the shadows, with nothing else but the rose and its demons, like depression. Darkness eating away at it, contaminating the petals it would eventually lose. Its negativity tugging at its roots constantly, as if it was being puppeteered by its saddened subconscious.

Stuck in one place,

Stuck in one place, body and mind.

Stuck in one place, body and mind. The endless weeping now replaced by endless nothingness.

Stuck in one place, body and mind. The endless weeping now replaced by endless nothingness. Empty.

Stuck in one place, body and mind. The endless weeping now replaced by endless nothingness. Empty. That's all the rose was.

A mere memory of the once bright, lovely rose.

A mere memory of the once bright, lovely rose. Inside nothing but a ghost that yearned for the past life it would never get.

A mere memory of the once bright, lovely rose. Inside nothing but a ghost that yearned for the past life it would never get. Infinitely tortured,

A mere memory of the once bright, lovely rose. Inside nothing but a ghost that yearned for the past life it would never get. Infinitely tortured, wanting to do anything to make it stop.

It still catches itself hoping for that one faraway car to not steer away as it goes towards it.

It still catches itself hoping for that one faraway car to not steer away as it goes towards it. Maybe that person who's in a hurry could step on it, to end its misery?

It still catches itself hoping for that one faraway car to not steer away as it goes towards it. Maybe that person who's in a hurry could step on it, to end its misery? It always ended up back home, though.

It kept trying,

It kept trying, at life.

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up.

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt,

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless,

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless, how alone.

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless, how alone. It kept doing it,

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless, how alone. It kept doing it, over and over again.

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless, how alone. It kept doing it, over and over again. It hoped,

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless, how alone. It kept doing it, over and over again. It hoped, yearned,

It kept trying, at life. Not willing to give up. No matter how empty the rose felt, no matter how hopeless, how alone. It kept doing it, over and over again. It hoped, yearned, dreamt.

All for the sake of

All for the sake of .

All for the sake of ..

All for the sake of ...

All for the sake of ... L

All for the sake of ... L O

All for the sake of ... L O V

All for the sake of ... L O V E

All for the sake of ... L O V E .

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