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Where my rose grows

My rose grows out from pain, and even when someone tries to pick my rose up they quickly lose touch because they have no luck it remains. The stains of blood is seen on my back along with the many roses that has been left for years without care, so you dare to know where my rose grows it’s right here, and even though at times it’s hard to bare I know  through God’s grace my salvation is near, and pain I choose not to fear.

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