chelcielynn
The beginning of many things. The stem. The start of growth, in the simplest of forms.
Mud, something that reminds me of my childhood. Something that all kids probably played in. We didn't care about anything, it was all just so simple. Just sitting there playing with mud. Now all we care about is how people see us. We put who knows what into our bodies. Not even knowing what it will do to us. Everything changed so much. What happened to us?
Everything is so common these days. You don't see much of anything anymore that has originality. If it's not your own, it's someone else's. Or someone's else's trying to be your own.
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