
As i peer over my window, Dark clouds enveloping the sky, Torrential rain is near. Just as my heart, Grey, Lost. From here, Where do i proceed? In which direction do i turn to. I should stop being the indecisive me, and perhaps be a gardener, as firmly as possible, make a clear and bold decision, in cutting away all the weeds. Unknowingly, I have done myself wrong, by unintentionally, breeding all the weeds, with my own hands, and, lost focus, of ... the flower. |
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