Poem -

Where the vine has grown

The seed towards originality requires some sort of sacrifice in order to grow.

Grimly grown
Into the
youthful
yearnings
towards
being alone.
Within this
wistful world
woefully willing
to wear itself down.
In order to be
branded as
something of
your own .

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