There are two types of love. The first is the flower, which starts as a bud, but then over time grows into a beautiful form of life. It spreads beauty throughout the garden and spreads sweet aromas through the air.

Then there are the weeds. They sprout quickly yet are never wanted. After awhile, they forget to get plucked, and then continue to grow. They grow until they crowd the garden and overpopulate. Until the flowers shrivel and die.

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