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Wanderlust

I want to leave this place and travel far, far away I want to see places I've only ever seen in photographs For the shortest of moments, I'd like to escape my life here, and be an anonymous person in a new foreign place I'll go to the mountains and the forests, where the nature will completely surround me, letting myself forget all the problems back home that are too heavy for my heart to carry along I'll go to the deserts and the beaches, where there will be hundreds of never ending miles for me to finally think straight I'll stand underneath the cool, crisp, droplets of rain, letting all my stress melt into the grass at my feet I want an adventure, I want fresh air, new souls to meet and love, new lessons to learn, and new places to see
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Feb 22, 2013
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