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This garden is filled
With blossoming loneliness

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another day. monotonous. repetitive. its the same, always. the sun slowly rises and sheds small rays of glowing light into this dark world. illuminating the bleakest corners of the alleys, shining down tenderly on its little blue-green planet companion. little tendrils of light, small iridescent rays. promising, washing away the black paint covering the sky. it is but only to be extinguished by the unwavering, relentless force of the rain that appears soon after. the small pricks of murky droplets darken the sky. drip. drip. drip.

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