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March 14, 2016 You wake up, Every morning a repetition of the one before. You get out of bed, Every morning a repetition of the one before. Every second, Every minute, Every hour, Every day, Every year, It's all the same. It's all one thing after another. A monochromic picture-book of your life– each photo looking the same. That chemical imbalance killing all of the flowers in the vast garden that fills you. What am I becoming?! You are whittling into nothing.. Slowly, Every second, Every minute, Every hour, Every day, Every year, It's all falling apart. You will be nothing soon. You have convinced yourself that the demolition of one existence can be the cause of a new one. You are ready to finally let go. But, what you don't know is that your foundation is much stronger than a thought. Oh yes, it is. You will realize soon, though. Someone, Something, Some place, Will come along. It will come along and plant a seed in your garden. It will grow. It will grow in your brain, It will grow in in your heart, It will grow all throughout your body, It will spread all throughout you until you are a beautiful garden once again. You will wake up each morning. You will wake up filled with roses and lilys and tulips, Your garden expanding each day. Flowers of all different shapes. And Sizes. And Smells. You are hopeful and You are thankful. You are thankful for the sun, You are thankful for the water, You are thankful for the bees Who gave you a chance. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be the garden you are today. Thank you for helping me grow.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
My Gardener
March 14, 2016 You wake up, Every morning a repetition of the one before. You get out of bed, Every morning a repetition of the one before. Every second, Every minute, Every hour, Every day, Every year, It's all the same. It's all one thing after another. A monochromic picture-book of your life– each photo looking the same. That chemical imbalance killing all of the flowers in the vast garden that fills you. What am I becoming?! You are whittling into nothing.. Slowly, Every second, Every minute, Every hour, Every day, Every year, It's all falling apart. You will be nothing soon. You have convinced yourself that the demolition of one existence can be the cause of a new one. You are ready to finally let go. But, what you don't know is that your foundation is much stronger than a thought. Oh yes, it is. You will realize soon, though. Someone, Something, Some place, Will come along. It will come along and plant a seed in your garden. It will grow. It will grow in your brain, It will grow in in your heart, It will grow all throughout your body, It will spread all throughout you until you are a beautiful garden once again. You will wake up each morning. You will wake up filled with roses and lilys and tulips, Your garden expanding each day. Flowers of all different shapes. And Sizes. And Smells. You are hopeful and You are thankful. You are thankful for the sun, You are thankful for the water, You are thankful for the bees Who gave you a chance. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be the garden you are today. Thank you for helping me grow.
samantha-wund
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
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