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I am like the floor. It may sound stupid, but it is true. The surface of it is like my skin and below the surface is like my inside. A tree grows like feelings. At first it starts off small and grows throughout the passing time. Roots, like feelings, grow in deep. Eventually, feelings get too strong causing the roots to grow and scar the floor's surface. That is when myself comes in, almost like the floor. The roots grew in too deep causing myself to harm. Even though the tree is completely gone, there will still be roots, even if they are small. The floor's surface will forever be scarred.