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He was a mighty Sitka spruce In the dense forest, Always stretching for new heights, But I was nothing but a bonsai tree, Small, beautiful to look at, yet Extremely fragile and insecure
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
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He was a mighty Sitka spruce In the dense forest, Always stretching for new heights, But I was nothing but a bonsai tree, Small, beautiful to look at, yet Extremely fragile and insecure
allura-dannon-smith
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
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