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The trees blossom with pretty, intricate flowers The petals fall down gently on the shimmering lake With ducklings splashing about, enjoying the cool water The fertile grass grows almost crazily about, Roses and tulips and lilies everywhere you look But wherever I step The grass dies and so do the flowers I sit down, wistfully looking at the ducklings playing Knowing I would never be able to join them You join me, not knowing why I called you So I say, "I try my best to live my life the fullest, but sometimes I doubt myself too much." I could never be normal Too many conditions And a disease Just like with my curse of Plants dying wherever I step So you take me to a whole different world No trees in sight, but With hot, volcanic rock- the replacement for soil The landscape so bare And lonely Without life I am shocked to see That wherever I walk, Plants grow And you say, “This land is barren, and lost of life. But, with your step, you can make flowers grow. A simple flower as a symbol that all hope is not lost. You may have lost hope from being normal, but you know, You still have hope in another area. You just have to find it.”
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
Even in my dreams, you're there
The trees blossom with pretty, intricate flowers The petals fall down gently on the shimmering lake With ducklings splashing about, enjoying the cool water The fertile grass grows almost crazily about, Roses and tulips and lilies everywhere you look But wherever I step The grass dies and so do the flowers I sit down, wistfully looking at the ducklings playing Knowing I would never be able to join them You join me, not knowing why I called you So I say, "I try my best to live my life the fullest, but sometimes I doubt myself too much." I could never be normal Too many conditions And a disease Just like with my curse of Plants dying wherever I step So you take me to a whole different world No trees in sight, but With hot, volcanic rock- the replacement for soil The landscape so bare And lonely Without life I am shocked to see That wherever I walk, Plants grow And you say, “This land is barren, and lost of life. But, with your step, you can make flowers grow. A simple flower as a symbol that all hope is not lost. You may have lost hope from being normal, but you know, You still have hope in another area. You just have to find it.”
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Weltschmerz
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Weltschmerz
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
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