Where Some Can Grow & Others Wither...

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I love just randomly drifting from the earth

Slowly going away like one drifts through space no pull or anything just floating

Cause there is a certain beauty to solitude

Its calming And soothing like a warm blanket in the cold of night

A place from judgement

A place of silence

A place of no harmful words.

Just peace and quiet

Where some can grow

And others wither

Slowly at once finding your place

Just a feeling of peace and serenity which we all need in order to grow and heal

Neither death nor life

A place in between full of calm and healing

Healing not only of the body,but of the mind,self, and soul

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