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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