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Oct 2013
The place I went when I wanted to hide.
Get in my car and go for a ride.
Drive up the winding road,
To the place I could call home.
Step out of my car to smell the fresh air,
To feel the wind rush through my hair.
Sudden feeling of pure bliss.
I can't stay way from this place I always miss.
I've brought friends here
To show them this park that is, to me, so dear.
Watching thier faces light up when they see,
How close to nature they can be.
When my lover first showed me this rare spot I was amazed.
The trees and trials were a maze.
But I come here to regularly
That I've memorized everything.
Every trail, every tree, each bench and sign.
I cherish this place, I can call it mine.
fixations of a broken girl
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