Iris, my love,
Peel back those petals and bare your soul.
Weep for your sanity and share your pain with me.
My dear broken-hearted one,
Who has abandoned you now?
Ever the rejected,
Pity yourself for who else will?
How many more will bruise that fragile ego?
How many more will bring tears to your eyes?
Cry once again for the hurt of it all.
Iris, my love,
Could it be true that you bring misery upon yourself?
With every assault you are the martyr.
With every wound you are the saint.
Let those tears flow freely and play once more the sad and lonely victim.
But Iris, have you considered,
That we all reap what we sow?
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