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Scattering Seeds


My heart is still broken. I am not yet healed.
I've collected most of the shattered pieces.
I've been giving them away, hoping one would take root.
Bloom like a flower from a seed into a new love.
A new life.
These shattered pieces, these seeds, are not being planted.
They are not being tended because they are unwanted.
The soil is not good,
the climate isn't right,
the water is polluted.
I plant one here, I plant one there.
I thought it increased my chances of growth.
One plot, new soil, fresh water,
and all of the seeds together.
They thrive together, as a whole.
Where their roots can wind into one thick, strong system, pulsing with life.

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