The Root Into My Tree
Being the only seed to be planted is not something to be sad about. It shows how strong it can be without more support. Give it all the need necessities. Twelve years pass, and it is showing its roots. Passing all of the other roots above the expectation. Four years pass, I sprout my branches and leaves like everyone. Slowly while I grow, I wither away my leaves and lose my beige brown. Four more years pass, I grew. I have fully developed. Only thing is, I am gradually losing my leaves and branches. beige B
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