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Growth
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The Pixie Dust It's all fucked when you're alone again
You feel like you're sick and dying instead
Of just failing at holding on to what you keep
Because now this hill's a battle: too steep.
Fall down, child, the ground will catch the blow
And from the impact, a tree will grow
Around the broken branches you had become
To be whole again, to become someone.
This is so beautiful. "And
This is so beautiful. "And from the impact, a tree will grow" <3 I love love love this.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
I like your writings
KS
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You got that right! Rock & Roll poet ~allets~