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My tree
I am broken lost and alone trying to find my light but it's to black to see hanging from my tree with all the darkness inside me the tree is old rotten and twisted but it's been my home for as long as I know and as the devil breathes I swing in the breeze like a bad disease broken lost and alone
Published 24th Jun 2017
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24th Jun 2017 3:24pm
I feel you on this write. very emotional. I like the line - I swing in the breeze like a bad disease
