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2d
Time is ticking, and I try.
Try to do something...
Maybe the way is the other way!
Letting go, clearing the way.
Letting things happen naturally.
Like a flower blooming in the sidewalk opening it's way.
Not out of forcing, only because the bed is rich enough...
Written by
Pouya  27/M/Iran
(27/M/Iran)   
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   rick, M-E and Cassandra Livingston
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