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Overgrown

My mind is a wilderness

with no way of disentangling

the mess that is my thoughts.

 

I struggle with unraveling

the troubles of my soul

as they keep growing unchecked.

 

I am lost in the thicket,

looking for tools to find my way,

and I wish I dared ask you

for help with finding my heart.

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Written by
pandora-do
Dutch
Published
Mar 29, 2020
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© 2020

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