Life
Life hurts , it stabs me in the back over and over then reverse and patch me up. Life is sad the flowers will not blossom and the trees will turn black. We’re dying they say! Help me get water. Life is important put your shoes on go water the trees and flowers watch them blossom to soon they will be Hale thy and happy again.
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