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Shitting a brick in the middle of the woods and thinking about facebook, nothing changed here, the bushes have rearranged themselves since last year and it's easy to get lost.
Hanging on by a berry and proving it by posting pictures, gloved a descent would be relieving but flowers must still be gathered, it's a campite, this life.
Wanting to go back home and knowing it will be an urging of no place, aching calves run deeper than muscling minds.



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