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Dec 2015
I've spent too long in these woods and now I'm afraid I'll never escape. These trees have now been watching me for several years, as I've shrunk from a man, full of promises and potential, just seeking inspiration, into a wanton waste of nothingness, just wandering wrecklesly, while these mighty wooden watchers just continue to grow, bloom, and blossom around me, and I simply cannot keep up with them.
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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   Cecil Miller
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