Once knowing the direction out of jungle
But now stuck in Jungle
Searching for path out
But barely back out
Surrounded by creep and soar
And trap in a crown of thorns
Asking for help
But no one could hear a thing
My voice is trapped inside a deep well of sobbing rhyme
Vines and ropes tightening their grips
Making me bleed and weep

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