The Garden Is Rid of Weeds In Order To Grow Things
sometimes when
someone walks away
rather than grieve
be relieved
it is one burden
less to carry
but in your heart
he/she is still a friend
it is merely a separation
resulting from human difference
the garden is rid of weeds
in order to grow things
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