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She avoids the words, though her eyes tell the sad tale. The pain is a scar, that screams out from her face. Her tender skin will forever Be the vessel for this wound. So she laughs and smiles, A façade in the garden. She sits among the scarlet flowers, and is reminded of her past. The people she locked in the back of her mind Break free. She recalls everything the good and the bad. The pedals beauty reminds her of her spirit before their deep cuts. How happy she used to be, When she was living a lie. Which brought her to another petal, oh how that first one seemed so easy; so bright and vibrant, but as her fingers trace that last, sad petal she is reminded-- he loves me not.