When seeds are scattered, is there only one way forward, it either flourishes, or the spirit is snuffed out and its life dwindles, and it can struggle, make its way with gritted teeth, determined to love and live no matter what happens to it, either way, it’s ordained, stamped and approved by the heavens, all of it can be justified and allowed, we don’t really need to know, alone in a room, but this legion of demons, maybe our mother and father love us...

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