twisted vines, entangle our minds.
secreting its ooze that blinds.
no questions arise, not knowing the signs,
and shackle our thoughts inside.
brain turns to mush, mentality crushed,
now where do we turn and hide?
nowhere is safe, except for a place
devoid of selfish pride..
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