Growth 

 
 Time and friends; the most popular items in my lost and found box.
I chose to be nothing but myself; a freedom that could not come without a heavy cost. 

Ironic as it may be; losses tend to come before gain, pleasure is often a reward for pain. And more often than not, we are driven past insane, before we arrive at truth. 
Every seed must first be buried before it bears fruit, and where nothing has ever died, nothing ever grew. 

Time and friends; tend to be as short term as they are long lasting. I chose to be nothing but myself, so I stick to my own script, and only play the roles that fit the mould, I’m casting. 
Ironic as it maybe; feeling lost, is a step on the path to being found. Rain may erode the ground, on its way to feed the seed, and pain, is everything that compels us to grow, into something free…

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