Literature
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Under the tree, I sit and wait
Under the tree, I contemplate
The wind passes by and touches my skin
Stirring the countless thoughts within
Under the tree, I start to write
Under the tree which blocks the sunlight
I see many things but nothing catches my eye
I can't find peace no matter how hard I try
Under the tree, my emotions die
Under the tree, my soul starts to cry
I'm so frustrated, angry... probably just confused
My mind... my heart... my patience... all abused