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May 2019
Staring at the tops of these trees as the bellow in the wind I can see the animals doing as nature guides them too. I look to the people walking along the trail that this forest shows to the world. I trace my finger over my heart and as I feel it beat from beneath me I am realizing that it beats out of order.  I take my first steps in the forest that seems to be so normal for others but it terrifies me knowing that there only seems to be one path. I skittishly take my first step and I fall over and begin to bleed and lose my mind. Is this what life will become preordained by a force that I can't see if so it's a ******* for making not able to follow it's footsteps. I run off the path that is craved in front of me and as I cut my face and everything else on my body I covered in blood and mud but is this a oasis or a mirage. I see a grotto of crystalline water and I can hear voices that soothe the lost parts of me and as I close my eyes there is the mist that feels like it's trying clean off this corrupted soul.
Zack Witzig
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Zack Witzig  26/Canada
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