Bound by fate.
That's what she was.
She was trapped in a never ending cycle.
She was pure as a new born.
Kind as a kitten.
Shy as a fawn.
She never asked for this hatred.
Constantly being broken down.
When she starts to rebuild she gets knocked down farther.
Her family wants her strong.
Than hate as she is not.
She wants to be acknowledged.
Not even he will see her.
She can't do it any more.
Life is so hard.
She wanted to be like him.
Voice her feelings.
Shine like the sun.
Not be afraid to be noticed to be hurt.
Her mother was the only one who cared.
Who really and truly cared about her.
Now all that's left is this garden of her white rose.
Then she realized.
That's what she was.
A bloody white rose.
This is all she was.
This is wall hinata hyuuga ever was or will be.
A stain on a pure thing.
Just like the bloody roses.
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