there was once a rock among a mountain of rocks
it spends its days by starring at the flower right above it
the sun ray showered the flower with hideous amount of affection
but it's not the sun ray that the rock wants
Something something someone who previously got drowned in a roasted rustic pool of dispair. Was an emo. The mirror has done its job and redirected her to become the authentic Jupiter that she is. She knew, from the very beginning, about the boxes that she would tick along the way, throughout this path, the next paths, and the previous paths.
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