A dying rosešŸŒ¹

I am trying to forget him every day
and start a new life.
act as happy but forget to smile.
I am the one who was sold by parents,
a rose which plugged for God
but separated from tree,
dying every minutes but no one till notice,
I am nothing more than a sex slave
who has no right to oppose,
and duty to keep her husband happy.
Just like an prostitute
who spreads her legs for some money.
I am a girl
who loves someone and married to a different man
to keep her parents happy.

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