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Like new growth coming out of a scorched tree
I will grow
And as long as the sun hits me with its rays of positivity
I will heal
And I will flourish
As the rain trickles down my brown veins
So wait patiently for my blossoms
Which await you in the spring
Earnestly wait for my coming into a miraculous tree





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