Long ago, when you were born, you stepped into this world and over time you have evolved, into a mess you've been hurted You take the task to clean the mess, you know it will take a while; so you take the time so leisure like and accumulate a big pile. The days roll on, the months grow long, the pieces all together. You become more assured that you are part of this world and the cycles of Dear Mother Nature. So naked it seems, that at times you have been, you could care less for the gift that he gave us. Now the nights grow long as the days linger on almost as if your mind stops thinking.
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