Tree House

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There was this unfinished place

That I used to go and sit alone

I hid my face from the world

And wrote in my journal

 

I wrote about my deepest thoughts

With whatever ink I could find

My mind would get lost

Once I started to write

 

Words scribbled with my emotions

My dreams drawn with crayons

Unfinished tree house remains

My favorite place to relax

 

 

 

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