a rose is a rose by any other name, it could relate to me. there are lots of names for me - chipmunk, radio, sushi etc. but it all comes down to the same name right? su rin. me. just like a rose, they assume everything from its outwards appearance. a beauty to behold, perfect in every way. yet you can only look at its beauty from afar, whoever who tries to get too close to it just gets hurt. so is that the same with me? i just realised that some thought i was perfect. but to be perfect is to be nobody. and if i were a nobody how would you have come to know me? the rose isn't perfect. its thorns cut. i'm not perfect either, i wound too. my wounds will grow deep into my heart, acting as snake's poison. it's not the matter of worrying whether no one will understand; it's just that the situation at handhas gotten too complicated, i don't even know how to explain it anymore. i made the mistake of spilling it out to one person already, i'm not going to do it again.
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