The absolute sure will grow into an infinite doubt. Like a newborn assumed to be the epitome of innocence, shall change into the human an tangible form of angst and resent. You came into a cruel world with the expectations of an adopted mule and shall leave a heave of despise for everything was a façade, a series of charades with no answers to be found. I sit beneath a tree of unknown origin and ponder whether I have become what I oath to never become or that it is nature that I have? Visions filled with missions falls into deaf ears only even becoming words written in birches and oaks. The words of a familiar voice will be your anchor towards the gutsful winds of greed. We bleed to agree, and lie to gain glee. Rocks and minerals may be minimal, but their existence is vital. Like them are you, small compared to the big blue above. be a dove that soars the sky, do not be threatened with your power to fly.
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