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call me a fool, but I truly believe that if I do not pour every drop of emotion from my being into the dirt of this world then I will never know if any thing was meant to grow. there are hidden, thirsty seeds between the blades of grass begging for what I shared with those already bloomed. dear Father, now I see. 02.04.19
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
thoughts that steal my sleep, three.
call me a fool, but I truly believe that if I do not pour every drop of emotion from my being into the dirt of this world then I will never know if any thing was meant to grow. there are hidden, thirsty seeds between the blades of grass begging for what I shared with those already bloomed. dear Father, now I see. 02.04.19
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
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