Lungs burning and gasping for air.
Feet running and stumbling.
Happy tears flowing.
Music surrounding me.
The woods acting as a cathedral.
Deer appearing and representing innocence and gentleness.
Mind, heart, and baby soul being cleansed.
Discovering who I am.
Seeing right through you.
Running away from it all and toward what is yet unknown.
Feeling free at last.
Running to stand still.
Picture this. . . .
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