Poem -
Never give up the fight
Laying down on her bed of thorns she wept silently.
Her tears gently dusting the prickly branches beneath watering the dead remains.
If only she was strong enough to make it through the night.
she would of woken up to find herself laid on a bed of fresh roses.
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