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The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise.  No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
You say follow the directions. As you sit back and lose interest, the misconceptions of the task at hand leave us wondering, How can we lead ourselves to victory when we have no guidence?
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