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My orgin story
As I watch the droplet slide down the leaf's gentle curve,
I reflect upon the moments woven through my pasts reserve.
So many words left unspoken linger in the air, actions undone like whispers in a silent despair....
I reflect upon the moments woven through my pasts reserve.
So many words left unspoken linger in the air, actions undone like whispers in a silent despair....
