secretly writing while riding
soft sounds in my ears with a screaming train of thought
trees pass at the sound of light as I sit paralyzed
I would like to sit amongst the pines endlessly
to sit, to inhale may be the best medicine
soft sounds in my ears with a screaming train of thought
trees pass at the sound of light as I sit paralyzed
I would like to sit amongst the pines endlessly
to sit, to inhale may be the best medicine
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