We search until our hands bleed, to find that flower in a field of weeds. Though searching may not be the answer as flowers bloom when the time is right. In these seasons of change, throw away the unforgiveable, embrace the unforgetable.
Like cigarette ash on your cute shirt, blow away your troubles. Like a glass of water longing for the ocean, release yourself.
Clarity is my new best friend.the future my light.will you be around?
May faith and fate be lovers x
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