it doesn't have to make sense to anyone but me
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ashes and sunflowers
Poeziewords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
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it doesn't have to make sense to anyone but me
