roots of a big old tree

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i feel like the roots of a big old tree

holding on for dear life for the sake of the tree

keep growing down in the dark

only to grow the tree up


regardless of how i did

no one could ever see me

cause i'm so down,

down deep inside the soil


if one day someone dig those soil covering me

i would look dirty, fetid and archaic

like a grandfather who loses his love

like a kid who loses his hope


everyone who sees will feel ill

disgusted of how they see me

they'll gather the soil back and put me back in

the ground which i meant to live in


seeing no light,

no one to see.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 12, 2022 ⏰

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