Women's are like roses.
We are soft and delicate, but got thorns to protect us.
We bloom up when we wanted to get to know someone.
We easily fall apart,when we get damage.
We are pretty inside and out.
We are strong, but with end we get weak from not being care for.
We need our gardener to give us love, to help us grow.
We always fight to stay alive.
We never get away from our gardener to protect us from getting damage.
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