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Dec 2020
Fallen off a tree,
Brown leaves blown by gush of wind,
Conceding to fate.
When you are in the same position with the leaves. We have chances, they do too as fertilizer xD. So make sure you grab hold onto it when you have the oppoturnity. You wont regret it i suppose. :)
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WaterSheep  19
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