I Want To Be A Gardener

I've made a lot of mistakes in love and relationships. I've caused and felt more than enough suffering. When a relationship is in termoil, or terminates, it can feel like the end of the world, but it's actually just the beginning of a new one. In time, the ashes of our past fertilize new plants that will grow, and may even bloom if we take care of them. I want to be a gardener.
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