As I walk, I leave footprints in the snow.
I can't help but taint what is already perfect, do I mean to? No, but I do.
But, I will bloom like roses in the snow.
Restricted, but unscathed nonetheless.
Restricted, but still surviving the harsh winter.
Restricted, but still enduring the harsh storm and
continuing to develop indefinitely.
forever, shaemadeline.
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