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| "Watch out for that tree..." | |
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| You know, I never did know what tree they were talking about...all through my childhood I wanted to see that tree...I honestly did...but my parents continued to beat me, everyday... | |
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| ...and now that they keep telling me about it, I just cannot see the tree, and all I hear inside my mind is an echoing boom, that signifies the emptiness in my life, the void that cannot be filled... | |
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| Wow...man...you get pretty philosophical when you're drunk... | |
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| ...besides, do I really need to watch out for the tree? Why can't we all just welcome the tree with opening arms? Why can't the world be more sharing with others? Maybe the tree feels left out... | |
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