Sharply edged down like a mower across the green lawn, the cumbersome mess of a pile of
hay was indeed trimmed down today. With it goes my regrets, lies made of said regrets, pains
and sin of sloth, all into the bin. Refreshed mind and a new motivation to live and succeed.
Perhaps to successfully live or lively succeed. With a newly mowed lawn, comes sprouts of new
seeds. I finally start to care about what a deep of a mess of opiated stupor I was in. Since so
much time cannot be unlived, time to start living my life other than simply subsisting.
-Wren
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