Wandering among the trees
Floating by amidst the breeze
My breath in every rustling leaf
Finally I've found my peace
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Idk man some shit I thought of? All of these weird fuckin poem things are written at 5am don't expect anything actually good
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
