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trees, I see myself in a forest I breathe in the smell of leaves Yet I simply closed my eyes in concrete While you fell asleep on my shoulder So many questions arose the first time Direction, definition, purpose, intention? And manifested itself into solidified anxiety Man oh man did that terrify me No, I won’t let this taint the beautiful space I know how hard I worked to get to this Breathe, in, out, we’ve got the strength it needs **** alright so we’re doing this Shame and embarrassed, I looked down Do you want me to sit somewhere else you asked Its okay, I can just look away as I say Breathe, this can’t be that terrifying So I asked you, I asked you Every question occupying my mind Bluntly, no sugar coats, in its rawest form And I told you, I told you Every answer clouding my mind And with that, I felt so free And with that, sleeping on bean bags had Never felt so restful And with that, anxiety free Love is felt just with a hand under my head It feels so good to be free Tied to less than a week But yet, I am free. I smell the trees As you rest peacefully.
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Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 2:16 PM UTC
Trees
trees, I see myself in a forest I breathe in the smell of leaves Yet I simply closed my eyes in concrete While you fell asleep on my shoulder So many questions arose the first time Direction, definition, purpose, intention? And manifested itself into solidified anxiety Man oh man did that terrify me No, I won’t let this taint the beautiful space I know how hard I worked to get to this Breathe, in, out, we’ve got the strength it needs **** alright so we’re doing this Shame and embarrassed, I looked down Do you want me to sit somewhere else you asked Its okay, I can just look away as I say Breathe, this can’t be that terrifying So I asked you, I asked you Every question occupying my mind Bluntly, no sugar coats, in its rawest form And I told you, I told you Every answer clouding my mind And with that, I felt so free And with that, sleeping on bean bags had Never felt so restful And with that, anxiety free Love is felt just with a hand under my head It feels so good to be free Tied to less than a week But yet, I am free. I smell the trees As you rest peacefully.
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Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 2:16 PM UTC
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