It feels so good up to my skin. One more mile and it is sinking in. I have tried to make mine a tree. And not have so much of me. God has stolen my heart. So I will write it down. I consume myself with invisible things. Escape. congradulations. This is my escape. A pen and book and if the world can see what I got And then lets all have a good look. A fortunate one.
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