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The trees are dying one by one. Dreams like this haunt me, fires and sparks, never-ending light. The pathway has disintegrated and I am within the forest now, inside the fire. Pine needles are dry, so dry, they burn around me. The pines have souls, we do not realize, souls that never rest, but god, do they ever burn..
Mentally I am pushing people out of the way.
Simplicity is beauty
But often misunderstood.
I want to show my love for artistic nature
That is, for once, not overcomplicated.
I quiet down and put my headphones in.
Ignorance is once again ignored.
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