Dead Ends and Suffering

Burrowed in a shadowy chamber of her heart, was a seed of resentment so deeply planted that its presence went unnoticed until its fruit began to bloom. Frustration. Blame. Dissatisfaction. At its root, misplaced anger provided fertile soil that nurtured its growth. More fruit grew. Bitterness sprouted. Hate blossomed. No desire for accountability, this lost soul tended only to a garden of dead ends and suffering.

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