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"Its hard to be a reflection when clouds are the only thing in the sky. The skies are gray no light only mediocrity. No longer does the sun shine bright it only rains rocks that kill the heart and damage the soul. I live in the Land of Lone with myself and the things that i have grown. Success was the seed and greed was the water and was toweled with pride. My harvest is my destruction it is all the things i have grown. The sun doesn’t shine. and my house is out of candles. the house is dark. and it seems these clouds wont be breaking soon. Winter Has Jus Begun. And Spring is a long was OFF."