
As I lay under the willow tree, I couldn't help but think about the wrong kind of light that had blinded me in the past.
It had led me down a path of self-destruction and despair, leaving me lost in the darkness.

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As I lay under the willow tree, I couldn't help but think about the wrong kind of light that had blinded me in the past.
It had led me down a path of self-destruction and despair, leaving me lost in the darkness.
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