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How I hate the waiting game! It is just such a pain, Being forced to be tame for these people who are plain. These seeds I've planted better bloom but a winter freeze seems to loom, right over my head. Am I better off dead? Hell no, I am not weak, and nor am I meek. So, for now, here I will stay, Till my turn is at play.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Waiting Game; Sequal
How I hate the waiting game! It is just such a pain, Being forced to be tame for these people who are plain. These seeds I've planted better bloom but a winter freeze seems to loom, right over my head. Am I better off dead? Hell no, I am not weak, and nor am I meek. So, for now, here I will stay, Till my turn is at play.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
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