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sometimes my problems feel so big like they'll just about swallow me up but sitting among the sycamore trees makes me feel like i'm good enough i can tell the trees all my secrets whisper them into the bark the leaves and the branches won't tell on me even after the forest gets dark the forest is filled with magic a quiet magic most cannot see i hope that the power residing here also has a home in me.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
me & the trees
sometimes my problems feel so big like they'll just about swallow me up but sitting among the sycamore trees makes me feel like i'm good enough i can tell the trees all my secrets whisper them into the bark the leaves and the branches won't tell on me even after the forest gets dark the forest is filled with magic a quiet magic most cannot see i hope that the power residing here also has a home in me.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
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