Life is not a bed of roses
It's a coffin of thorns
No matter how cozy it is as first
It will be hurting now
You cannot get out until you face the dangers
Get pricked and scratched
Get wounded and tired
Just put all your force
In a single strong blow
And get out of the chains
Onto the open air
Grow your own roses
Make your own beds
And lay on it then aroused.
By : Armaan Yusuf
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