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Oct 2015
Walking through trees to cool myΒ Β 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.
Written by
Emma Ver Hage  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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