The blooming rose:
She bloomed in a vase full of withered roses for she knew the ultimate tragedy was not the oppression but the silence that took her through it.
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A book full of emotions and poetry . I write these little notes and poems when I’m enraged as a way of expressing my emotions. Thought it would be nice for me to share them with y’all 💜
She bloomed in a vase full of withered roses for she knew the ultimate tragedy was not the oppression but the silence that took her through it.