The burdens on a broken back leaving me face down in the road. The shadows of a past I cannot escape claw at my waking consciousness. A rare but over empowering urge to wish for the tree, aching with sadness. Yet a new day will dawn after the longest nights; the sun will shine the clearer. To live and breathe without regret or shame of what once threatened to destroy me. Cleanse all thoughts and let not bitterness swell within the shallows of my heart. Every blossom is perfect, there is no one that outshines the tree.

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