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Emma Ver Hage Oct 2015
Walking through trees to cool my  pain,
My mind is a fragile thing
Coming unraveled at the seams
The thoughts inside my head, causing dreams
The magic of the trees
Drowning my thoughts in a sea of green
Walking in a world which i feel sane
Where there is no pain
I spent a lifetime,

Sorting through this tangled mind,

Trapped inside.

— The End —