Monday, January 10, 2011


When you think you're fine, something happens. It all falls apart, like a decomposing body. First, it festers, then it rots. Once it rots, it grows back, as a vine or tree. By supplying minerals that helps life grow, I am restoring the planet. All is better. Once you look at the sky, you reach until you can almost touch the clouds. Do not dig up my roots, do not cut me down. I shall strive to be the best, the one above everyone. Everything's better than fine. Everything's meant for a reason...

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