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The Roots of Nostalgia
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Personal (Hope) I was tangled up in the past~
missing a tree I never lived in.
My thoughts were ingrained
in imagination and delusion;
I was planted in the soil
of artificial foliage.
It was all undergrowth~
keeping me stunted,
strangling me with regret.
I had to pull myself out of
this make-believe residence
and plant myself where
truth would sprout up.
I had to build a habitat
from the ground up:
a dwelling where happiness
would be nurtured...
an abode that harbored
opportunities for growth...
a place I could call home.
