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t1_j0va29a wrote

As for the plant within me, I have no clue. I’m just a pot after all.

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t1_j0vl3la wrote

I’m the table that holds the pot. Cheap. Made of pressed wood; scraps from making bigger more expensive things, put together by somebody who was attracted to cheap meatballs and decided they needed me for some reason. Now I have a pot on me.

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t1_j0xip7x wrote

I felt this one. It's not an easy thing to let go and keep pushing through- especially during the dark times.

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t1_j0vd2im wrote

Meanwhile, some of my plants have become a fire hazard of a dried corpse 🥲

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t1_j0ygxeh wrote

Soon the great journey will begin. But when it does, the weight of your heresy will stay your feet.

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