From the woods

~Fotograf och redigering: Jag~
 
I stood there still. Looking. Searching. When everything that meant something to me drove away. Lonely I stood there in the woods. Still looking. Still searching. I saw no one, and no one saw me. Lonely was the feeling I felt. Lonely was the feeling I didn't want to feel. Happiness was what I wanted to feel. Everything that meant something to me had driven away, but at the same time, I didn't need everything. I could make it on my own. I know I could. I had do make it.


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