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Ripe Fruit


The tree of life,

Eminating a pleasant aura.

Produces the ripe fruits of humanity.

The taste,

Just as juicy and tender as the last,

indiscrimate of exterior appearance. 

And yet, 

The fruit with the greatest sense of anxiety and fear, 

belittles the others.

And prevents them from knowing that they are ripe, and beautiful on the inside.

In the process of trying to dim the aura of the other fruit, 

The fruit becomes dim and rotten itself from the inside out. 

The unfortunate reality that the fruit cannot see with a mind filled with sadness.

The fruit that ripens itself and does not put others down,

will be abe to become the best fruit it can be.

And light up their life with a positive light,

and inspire other fruit to access their potential.

Do not rot yourself by being negative,

Be the best ripest fruit you can be and shine beautifully for all eternity. 

 

 

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