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Our soul is like our own tree
It grows and blooms
It becomes beautiful
But some of us get it tainted
A weed begins to grow
It begins to surround the tree, desperate for life
Life that can be tainted
Some us don't let the weed win while others don't notice it's there
They were blinded by the other people
The pain of insects and diseases over taking the tree damages it
Little by little it begins to die
It keeps rotting and rotting over time
Being ashamed of its state compared to others
Why are you ashamed?
Someone asked.
It isn't your fault its tainted
Others aren't able to keep anything nice
We all are greedy
Don't fret child,
You will be able to to grow a better tree
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