Random thoughts and feelings

Random thoughts and feelings

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Life is like a tree. We have moments when we are never better, strong inside and out. Our lives are together we all know what's what. Then something happens we stop having the strength we did before, we start to change. We still hold beauty but start losing it. People don't see the pain and agony at first and when they do we've already lost it all. Then we have the seasons when we don't have anything. We are brittle, easily snapped in two. We have no hope no love no nothing. Even when people are there and others go through it too we don't relate. After some time we gain back our hope and happiness. We start to love again and be loved. We see color and brightness. Our world changes, always has always will. When it's bad you know it has to get better. And it's it great you know eventually something bad will happen. And that's the tree of life. At least that's how I think of it. Also photo creds to: SimonVelazquezArt (on DeviantArt)
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