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i dont have a story
thats not twisted
vines around my arms
shape-shifting me
into the forest
once upon a time,
i cared too much
and it ruined myself
until i ended up
"no longer with us"
i landed in the trees
s i l e n t
broken
dead
but i was alive as ever
and THATS
what mother doesnt understand.

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