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If weeds could thrive— Grow under duress, Withstand the stomping, Cling to minimal breath, Evade the storm— Then I want to be one. No— I am one. But the downfall, It’s a weakness: Weeds get wiped out faster. They welcome death By choking what breathes beside them. And so do I. I realize. I thought my forte was depth— Roots dug well. But now it’s dried, cracked, And starting to burn Others with it.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
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If weeds could thrive— Grow under duress, Withstand the stomping, Cling to minimal breath, Evade the storm— Then I want to be one. No— I am one. But the downfall, It’s a weakness: Weeds get wiped out faster. They welcome death By choking what breathes beside them. And so do I. I realize. I thought my forte was depth— Roots dug well. But now it’s dried, cracked, And starting to burn Others with it.
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