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I’m Groot

To The world that keeps Shattering around me,

I’m like a seed who waits for the raindrop,

I will be raised and shattered again,

I shall not lose hope

I will rise again for this time,

I Know I have to fall again,

To let my roots grow deeper

Till the day I stand above the oblivion

To be Shattered and Rise again one more time.

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