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I see you as your heart begins to bleed. I wonder, is this common to us all? Is there some sort of strange genetic seed that digs in roots and destines us to fall? This bulb that sinks its source grows up as well and peers its naked head above the ground; its roots seem helplessly to sink to hell while air bound branches blankly gaze around. But why have many named this tree "mature"? Is one adult when one can bear mystique? These blooms are, of necessity, demure and oft are judged by interests they pique. As hearts fling up their limbs to meet the sky they mirror roots one waters as they cry.