The Soil
even the most beautiful of flowers beginning as a seed will never bloom if it is not planted in loving soil the problem with writing about you is that there is nothing more poetic in this world than the wordless way you look at me in those small, small, loving moments you give so much love to everything and everyone on this earth except yourself.
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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