these thoughts need pruning
like an overgrown forest
they have overtaken my mind
becoming so entangled and entwined
that i cannot for the life of me figure out
where the roots are coming from
and who planted these seeds -
was it me, or you, or him, or her?
seeds of doubt and love and fear and hope.
and this forest is weary
because now the sun can't shine through
and all we can do is overthink it all
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