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U might understand where i come from when u read my poems |
Can we be perfect like God?
Can we act perfect...
As life goes on and away,
what do you think God wants us to do? worship him...
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You are either the rose bud to where you bloom the love that you two cherish or you are the thorn. In which you stab the friendship, cause damage and the heartache that comes to between the two. In the end the rose eithers withers or lives for eternity. |