*...Vine...*

..though in spiritual rehabilitation, I still find myself acting like the man I tried to lay to rest. Like a vine growing twisted with tiny crawlers that attempt to latch onto anything that's close to provide stability. It would be a terrible thing if these sickly poisoned things leached onto another beautiful wildflower as they did before...crushed under the weight of this vine's hopes and dreams

God lend me strength and support..

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