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budding
sprang up and only one loved me
as i kept growing another saw potential for what i could be
i had some periods where i didnt grow and my planter became more distant
my roots started diversing and i went a little haywire, and only the other followed where i went
watering me and had a lot od encouranging words, cutting off the thorns and dead leaves that hurt
as i began to wilt still ...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 10:10 am
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