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Roots
Brown crusted roots grow from my heart.
They connect to my eyes, heart, mind
and soul. Devouring my thoughts and
engulfing my mood swings. My humanity
is stolen from me as well as my ability to
control it.
Just who am I?
This person is not me.
The roots are eating me alive and
locking my powers away. My dalight
is gone as well as my mentality.
Have I lost the battle for good?
My tears cause them to grow.
They grow almost everyday. Will the
gardener ever come to cut them, or
will I live with this burden for the rest of my life?
My daylight is stolen as well as my
mentality. Have I lost the battle for good?
Brown crusted roots grow from my heart.
Devouring my thoughts and engulfing my
mood swings. My humanity is stolen from me
as well as my ability to control it.
Just who am I?
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This piece came to my mind when I was reminiscing about how the inner emotions can cause the sense of mind to abandon it's main focus in trying to help you understand yourself, but instead cause you to become a walking root. A person with almost no emotions at all.