behind the weed.
I read a Facebook post that said "Your mind is a garden. your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers, or you can weeds." well, I don't grow flowers or weeds. I grow. I grow flowers and weeds, and behind the weeds through the brush sits a little cottage tucked away from the loud thoughts that seep out sometimes... and that's where you will find me.. in my full originality..
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