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Collecting alphabets to write a poem.
Everything must pass;
and the mountain tops among the clouds
that I so addictively aspire to arrive at,
will someday feel like the bottom of a valley.
With time.
Everything must pass.
All poison will turn to remedy and all remedy...
and the mountain tops among the clouds
that I so addictively aspire to arrive at,
will someday feel like the bottom of a valley.
With time.
Everything must pass.
All poison will turn to remedy and all remedy...
