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Love - to me . . . Love is like a tree, Its roots firmly under the ground keeping it in place forever. Its keeps growing upward and stronger. It often blossoms a beautiful display of flowers, just after it looses its leaves and starts to fade away. And you always know that although it may grow older, start to die, you can always just plant a new seed, and start all over again . . . . (just something i wrote down while being kinda bored, please, do something with it!! thanks) |
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