When in our life a seed is planted, it grows & grows tho sometimes slanted there are some seeds from which blossoms come, then there are others where weeds are welcome we can try to ferget the seeds planted from pain, yet the more we try to kill it the more it thrives from the strain from the seeds of love it is the blossoms grown, that sees us thru the weeds to the joys we've yet knownBirth sign: Aquarius
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