The wind blows and we dance. The wind blows harder and we are shaken. Why is there so much sadness in life? Grief seems to have such a hold on me, I feel I will be blown away. I sometimes fear I have no say in whether I will keep clinging to my branch, so whipped about am I by the careless caprice of the wind. I really am at the mercy of a force stronger than myself. Self pity will only weaken my hold, I know, but I need to get this out of my system. Maybe tomorrow will be better and I won't feel so pathetic.
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