Today, the garden is full of strange suffocation.
The buds are afraid of the flower, and the flower is afraid of the colic.
I do not understand the reason the heart is not close to the heart.
The distribution of life's amenities may not be right.
In the garden, if the buds begin to wither without blooming,
Oh God, you decide. Whom should we blame?
If the spring becomes like autumn, come to the park.
When the path of happiness becomes a pit,
Oh god, you decide. Who should we blame?
@mariannewest/Day 1626: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: ball pit
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