Sowed into the soil that is saturated with naught until I found it drought.
Uprooted from there and was planted over there.
Next thing I knew, I was living yet with no satiated feeling.
Then I was uprooted from there and was planted somewhere on the plateau.
Next thing I knew, I was flourishing.
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Aug 18, 2020 01:58AM
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