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Confusion led me to my heart's wasteland
Where seeds were planted in dry soil
They were not supposed to grow
My heart deceived me
Led me to believe I set my feelings straight
They were never meant to grow
But here I am
My confused mind
My deceptive heart
My unsettled soul
And they make me wonder
My senses whisper in my ear
That things will turn out fine
Accept they have slightly grown
Determination takes me by the hand
And points me to my intuition
Saying it would never've managed to really grow
And here I am
My hopeful heart
My determined mind
My accepting soul
And they make me fragile
One day seeds will be planted again
Not in a heart's wasteland but in fertile ground
They'll have been meant to grow
They'll manage to thrive
They'll make me grow.
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