I shy away from words that sound like roses—thorny but elegant, crimson blossoming. Words that smell irresistible. Words that are poised. Words that call to be written. A petal falls, filling the void of fear. A word is chosen, a step closer to courage. But I too often, shy away and forget that roses will always grow to be red.

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