I am a little dandelion. I go wherever the wind blow.
I am a floating drift wood. I go wherever the wave will bring me.
I am me. I'll go, grow and succeed wherever my God place me.
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Story by SilverQuinn
The Art of Closure and Acceptance
They stood there, motionless, voiceless, memorizing every single detail as though it will be the last time.
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