What I Reap
Never pick crops before harvest ,
?Because the sun won't let me rest.
?It was rotten yet never became ripe,
?This is what I got after all that hype .
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?It bore the seeds of despair,
?It's something I can't repair.
?Stuck in a quagmire of panic,
?Should I...no I tried that tactic.
?Though the seeds looked promising,
?Nothing good comes from fantasizing.
?Thought picking it before harvest I'd still find it in a good state,
?I knew that those fruits were nothing but rot in my fate.
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?For the bare land that bore them always buried my grudges.
?I guess my heart is hard and never budges.
?For every thought I plough, it sows the seeds of rot and I reap the pain .
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