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A mind, a garden, overgrown with weeds,
Of toxic thoughts, insidious, mean deeds.
They creep and crawl, a venomous vine,
Choking out reason, peace of mind.
A poison ivy, touching every part,
Leaving scars upon the wounded heart.
They whisper lies, distort the truth,
A heavy burden, a bitter youth.
But hope, a seed, can take root and grow,
If nurtured well, it can overthrow
The toxic weeds, and let the sunlight in,
To heal the wounds, and make life begin.
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Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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