I want to go on a camping trip. No cell phones. In the woods. Bathe in the river. Sleep in a tent. I just want to be away. Not alone, but away. I think this would be amazing. Go hiking, swimming, fishing. Lovely.
What is this damage?
I have done to myself.
Some illness passed down from earlier generations.
Maybe just a slick pry to change.
It's hard to preceed,
The words start coming,
won't they stop?
Oh my God,
Please stop this growing anticipation.
A need for attention,
A need for love.
Either. Or neither.
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