Dry Branch

Sometimes I feel just like a dry branch; easily broken. Rain comes at times, serving to increase my durability, only for a short while however, for rain lasts not forever. As the last drop dries I am once again a dry branch, living for the next rain to come, and hoping that I somehow am to survive until it does.

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