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I won't do it
I can't do it anymore
Living this way
Living as the angles advocate
The other day
I saw wilting purple roses
I was drawen to them
In a bouquet of a dozen
Still waiting to be given to a loved one.
Their petals tinged with brown
I wanted to buy them
Brow were the edges
Yet they were still so perfect
Right at the beginning of loosing their beauty.
Like my soul
So full of secrets it's barely mine anymore
I'm not happy
I can never be happy
Because no one can ever be safe
I can't save them
I can't even fully help them
And that is why I'm here
Helping those who are lost
But aren't we all lost
The gift of consolation is great
But no one can console my spirit
Just as no one would buy those roses.
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