sudden outburst of tears seep its way into the crevices of the rock.
the rock, no matter how hard and stable it may appear, can be broken into pieces by the rush of the river of tears.
the rock cradled in the comforts of the soil rolled over the moist grass and stumbled upon a root of a tree. at the root the rock finds comfort and protection. the growth of the root pushed the rock below the soil, burying it down, below the abyss of solitary darkness.
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the cradle will fall
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yeah it's hard to fall then break into pieces that's why sometimes the rock rather choose the world of darkness to hide from the burning brightness that blinds his eye...
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