Eunoia
Don't be afraid
Of the things one would say
Just to lure you to fray
You are not bird of prey;
Don't be okay
If you want things to stay
Just to lose your own way
You are not a grenade
To fusillade
For someone else;
Seed is strong
If the intention too close to the bone, I would have already done it. Amongst so many attempts, the results always seem to default to close but no cigars. This whole effort is fatiguing, if not intoxicating in equal measures. Tired of all the resistances and the rejections and the mindgames of it all. Otherwise it would have simply been a dire misunderstanding, which is an all too common motif when it comes to me, and apparently shared amongst so many others if I were to be completely blunt. Some of the seedlings have sprouted, even in such short amount of time.
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