If you look closely
you'll see that this isn't
the real me
Behind the smiles
comes the tears
which are all led by fears
This girl you think you know
is just anchored,
trying to grow
Sprouting her leaves
is very hard when
she's surrounding by dying trees
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Those dying trees will soon bloom again, just look towards the light. Good write.
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