The green clouds the mind with rainy thoughts. The white runs through the veins like the rapid waters. The brown soils the mind to a mudslide state. The red melts the throat like swallowing lava. …
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The green clouds the mind with rainy thoughts. The white runs through the veins like the rapid waters. The brown soils the mind to a mudslide state. The red melts the throat like swallowing lava. Nature has a way of showing us disasters. Maybe so we don't destroy ourselves with addictions.