I was in the woods one day.
I found a rose bush.
Many rose, bright red in color.
It made me sick.
I saw something,
at the bottom of the bush.
It was a black rose,
with a purple stem.
10 roses around it,
shattered stems.
All other roses grew towards the Sun,
this one grew away.
It seemed like me,
different from other.
I picked it,
and took it home.
While I watered it,
it seemed to agonize.
I cut myself and let the blood drip on it,
it seemed happy.
When good things happened to me,
it stood straight up in a proud manor.
When bad things happened to me,
it would bend over in a depressing manor.
This is the black rose resembling me.
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