It starts off as a small seed 
Then it grows 

And its roots spread and takes a hold of everything it touches 

Spreading sadness and doubt 

Planting ideas and thoughts that weren’t there before 

Then suddenly it stops 

As if someone dug it all up 

But it’s a weed 

It’ll come back 

It always does

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