I'm just too wishy washy. Shaped by the arcs of the mountains, flowing down slopes and falling off cliffs. The environment dictates my shape. I change to fit in to my environment. Without my own identity, without personality. What am I?
random ramblings
3 thoughts:
river. water.
erm... no. haha... how shall i put it? it's a rhetorical question. =)
You're the only brother I have!
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