Leaves drop around me like rain, the trees stand as still as the queens guards. Its a ghostly touch that i find both mystical and unpredictable but none of those things make me uneasy. Whenever im lonely i can come here but as much as i hate to think about it i know im in isolation. Ever since ive come here ive always thought i wasnt the only visitor the forest has but i mean thats practically impossible the wood is deserted! No matter how many reasons people suggest to me, no matter how much i dont know about the forest there is nothing that can stop me from thinking that the forest isnt a part of me.
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