The amount of time it takes to create the miracle of life less than a year but long enough for roots to be held strong and dear and it was thrown away as soon as the chance of a new mate presented itself I was thrown away even when the bearer admitted to his lackluster qualities to mine she forsaken me as soon as she felt it was time it hasn't been long bit I'm starting to see now and hold my ground this was not shitty or fucked up no duragatory term such as those describe what was just pure evil and selfishness the gavel lands and I know the prisoner should be given no second chance and should rot away in sadness that they have dealt to their own hand my roots have been thrown away but a flood is coming and your roots will suffocate and wilt away in despair having lost the part of you giving you air may God destroy thee no matter your past I don't want to see you living happily 💙
