Life feels like a constant battle to maintain relationships, like trying to craft the perfect garden with plants that just won’t adapt to the conditions. You either have a wild garden, accepting random people into your life, or you try to control things, curating a space with only the people you love, respect, and admire. But it’s exhausting, constantly maintaining this garden, bringing in new plants, and watching some of them slowly wither and die.
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