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.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
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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