I was angry with my foe,
Told it to her and it didn’t grow
I was angry with my friend,
Kept it in my heart and it didn’t end
And it grew inside, till I realized,
the poisoned seed was the whisper supplies,
planted softly underneath the broken ties
it was not me nor my friend
a poisoned seed was definitely not the end.
Inspired by Poisoned apples from dead trees
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Thank you for visiting, my name is Amber. After months and years of procrastinating, I finally took the plunge to blog. For now, this is absolutely a personal blog, I have nothing to sell here other than stories, thoughts. Some funny incidents, travel blog at times and sometimes my life lessons. I would love comments, feed backs and ideas to write about. Lets see how it goes
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