One busy morning on a nice tragic day, when i wanted to run away and be free, i came upon a pleasing jungle with native trees and beautiful stairs along the way. I rusted ford as i could feel my hair swing throw the wind. The stairs felt like a bumpy snake. It had this green ferns and dangling Pisces of vines. It was peaceful and quite, beside the little insects and birds chirping around. It was a tragic time, that i had to leave in the middle of such a nice moment.
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