"Harrowing memories haunting me,
Their thorns won't let me free.
I cannot see that I will be an escapee.
Though for each harsh drop of pain,
My twisting vines are forced to gain,
intricate blossoms with chance to bloom."
"The Ache of Blooming"...
A healthy body, and a tranquil mind, That is the absolute goal with enough time. In company of hard emotion, one must be kind, Similar to a gust passing through a wind chime. Hedge hope as though it is a lifeline.
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