Blind gate

Roses are losses
Her friendship only for bosses
She doesn’t associate with broke ness
Brokenness is her wholesomeness
Emotionless low surface
Dumbness is her burden
Guardian of hatred not leaving out self hate
Damn! What an ill fate fake it till you make it
Now that is a weak step.

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Friendship are from the heart not from the pocket