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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

trees grow to feel the glory of the breeze in which they bathe, water changes form and is reborn during the seasons of day, yet we as a people are nourished off of pain and disillusion, we grow from what doesn't kill us, if we hurt we take a pill, it is a good life for water and of tree, so we chop... Sign in to see full entry.

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